TWO WEEKS.
It’s been two weeks since the day David was supposed to be here in my arms. Since our family was supposed to be complete. I haven’t been able to pull myself out of bed. Thank goodness for Brian, Kevin, and Scott and their help with the kids.
This morning I’ve been replaying my last few days with David over and over in my head. What did I miss? What could I have done differently? I know I promised him I’d get up and go on for the kids. What he didn’t tell me is how to do that.
How do I move on?
How do I stop the pain?
How do I keep breathing when every breath without him hurts?
I love my kids. They are a part of him, and that helps, but he was my heart and soul. Now that he is gone, the motivation and ability to go on is as well. But I know I have to keep my promise for him
