I went and sat at my sons grave this morning. This time 10 years ago I was pregnant with him, my first. I carried him for 9 months and loved him before I'd even set eyes on him. I hadn't been to the cemetery since Christmas. It was very cold but sunny. I find no peace there. I never have & I fear I never will.
My life has been kind and I'm doing ok. I have had other children but I miss what I thought I was going to have. I haven't had a day ike this in a very long time. I'm so tearful. It's floored me and has come from nowhere. He was perfect and I'm sitting here wondering what an almost 10 year old boy held be like around the home. 10 years seems so terribly long to not have you child with you. The longer it gets I fear I'm forgetting it's almost happened.
Roll on tomorrow.