Today is one of those days where I could just cry forever.
The more this baby grows inside of me, the more I miss him.
Two days. Not even two days.
I held him while he died. I held him for his entire life - the end of his life.
It doesn't stop. It doesn't stop.
Time does not make it easier. The person who said that is wrong. It's bullshit.
The weight of the grief? Is always the same. Maybe some days, it's easier to pick up - but the size never changes. It's always heavy.