Day one: Year one
Dearest Ann,
the last time I touched you was on Wednesday April 13th, 2011. Tough having to let go of my precious fighter. The memories are ever lasting nonetheless. Right now I find myself in one of your favorite spots, the beach. Where every care of the world didn't matter, just the sun and the water touching your skin did. Mommy comes here just to feel a little close to you from time to time. Trying to hold back the tears today, but I got choked up a bit. Seeing these little girls playing with the sand thinking, it could have been you.
One year doesn't make it any less harder, but I am trying. I sure am.
The waves are telling me it's ok. That eventually I will be ok, and that one day I will hurt less.
I love you.
the last time I touched you was on Wednesday April 13th, 2011. Tough having to let go of my precious fighter. The memories are ever lasting nonetheless. Right now I find myself in one of your favorite spots, the beach. Where every care of the world didn't matter, just the sun and the water touching your skin did. Mommy comes here just to feel a little close to you from time to time. Trying to hold back the tears today, but I got choked up a bit. Seeing these little girls playing with the sand thinking, it could have been you.
One year doesn't make it any less harder, but I am trying. I sure am.
The waves are telling me it's ok. That eventually I will be ok, and that one day I will hurt less.
I love you.
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