Six Months
Tomorrow marks six months. 6 months since the last time I kissed Keven good night. 6 months since the last time I got to enjoy his cuddles and hug him. 6 months since Keven was the last thing I saw before I went to sleep at night, the face that woke me from my dreams throughout the night, and the face that greeted my eyes when I awoke each morning. I think I tried to pretend that everything was okay. I was sad, obviously, but I willed myself to move on to the next phase of life. I got to spend so much more time with the rest of my kids again and we even welcomed two new kids into our house. Things were going great…until they weren’t. Newsflash! Losing a child is hard. It sucks. It’s something I never ever wish on anyone. It’s not natural and it takes time to deal with it. It took me a couple of months to realize this and then a couple of more months to fully accept it. Once I realized it I had a lot to sort through. I tried to start journaling (something I h...