There are two days of the year that are particularly hard; the “anniversary” of the day I lost my baby and the day he would have been born. Today is the first one. I’ve kept it together all day, now I’m remembering like it was yesterday. My baby boy gained his wings nearly 10 years ago today. His memory box faces my bed and I still say goodnight to him every night.
My friend told me that you never get over a mc, you just learn to live with it.