by sam10 (1445 Posts), Fri Jul 30, 2010 01:54 am
I often go visit Henry at the cemetery and spend some time under the big shady trees, the angel lot, where all the babies are buried. Today many flowers were piled up next to Henry's grave, which means another baby passed away. The ribbons had a boy's name on it. It made me so sad! I am thinking of his mother and how broken she is.
It also made me think back to the cold January day when Henry was buried, the casket so small and white, the woodpecker high up in the tree pecking for worms, the big branches of the evergreen trees swaying and whispering in the cold wind, while the priest said his prayers. This moment is frozen into my heart, a moment that lasted forever, yet passed so quickly. Then, I was not ready to say good-bye.
Today, almost 7 months later, I think I am ready to buy a big and beautiful box for all of Henry's things. I still miss him terribly. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him. I am still sad, cry often, but the feeling of turmoil has subsided and I am beginning to be able to look forward ....