I am lost. My heart is heavy, broken. My body is numb. My mind is confused, constantly racing, thinking. I just don't know what to do anymore. I am just going through the motions. And why I ask myself? I have so much to say, to feel, but does is really matter? In the end, nothing will bring back my son. That is all that matters.
With this weekend being Memorial Day, of course I think of Little Dale. He is on my mind all day long. Wishing he was here. We should be 36 weeks. Safe. But that is not the case. Life completely sucks.