I am writing the day after Mother's Day and your birthday. Sorry baby, I didn't have the strength to do it yesterday. I was so sad that I couldn't even muster the strength to type anything. I was surrounded by people most of the afternoon, but could feel that familiar emptiness in my heart. So I wrote last night before going to bed, but had a computer malfunction and lost everything. It is just as well, because what I wrote was too sad. I miss you: there are times that I still think how I would've given the last drop of my blood for you if you needed it. I would've done anything to stop the pain, but you are gone, and the pain is gone. You are finally at peace. It is comforting to know that, my angel.
I was also sad that I didn't get to see your baby yesterday, so I called her on the phone today just to hear her voice. And her voice echoes your voice... and I felt so happy! After I finished, I went to my little altar in my room, where I have your picture and hers, and I cried. I know you don't want to see me sad. I am okay, baby. I will go on living, but I will miss you forever. I love you, my child...
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