This is about my life after Eva...as I mourn the loss of my sweet child and carry on breathing without her. Looking for joy in the morning.
Beautiful. If only Eva could be giggling in your arms...
I find more grey hairs every day. I wish that our girls were here with us getting older too.
I do this too - look back and compare. I think it's something to do with looking for outward signs of what has happened to us - this transformative act of our children dying, that took them from us entirely... and rendered us "different" forever.I also think it's something to do with being tied to that old version of ourselves... our children can't move on, yet we age. Madeleine is growing up, reaching the same milestones as Catherine - and I am playing (apparently) the same role - but I am so different.Yup - total head fuck :(You are a beautiful person inside and out xx
Nice to hear from you Susan! Yes. Total.mind. Fuck!