How precious all the words of love and comfort we’ve received-emails, cards, flowers-from those who were touched by our grief. As the flowers are dying off, my heart wrenches for fear that Andrew’s memory will also die off…
It never will in my heart, but others will move on as though he never was. People who look at me will not see the hidden tears or the piece of my heart that’s missing since he’s gone. I used to carry him with me and dreamed of when I would hold him in my arms.
Now he only remains in my heart.
I will carry him with me always, but some will never understand. We’ve heard things like “it was meant to be” or “its better than having a child for a long time than loosing them”. They don’t know how deep our pain and grief remain.
I know someday I will be on the other side of this. There will always be pain but I’m told not so raw. But my heart will forever have a piece missing. Andrew, my love, I miss you SO much!