Thursday, August 16, 2012

MISSING OLLIE

As I open my bottom drawer that was "Ollie's drawer" I see his bibs which I made especially for him, his blue and purple sippy cup with bite marks on the lid, his animal crackers and goldfish which he would sneak and ask me to open, his Cheerios spilled all over, and all of his multi colored small cups. oh how my heart starts beating in pain longing for his touch, kisses and smell. My heart almost tears out of my chest in physical pain. How can I physically go on? I seriously wonder. This thing we call "grieving" is pretty much unreal and torture.
I stand in the kitchen and look to my right to see my precious other child Poppy. That is how I will go on. I must and I will. One day at a time sometimes minute to minute.