I believe this is a good term to use. Each day is different from the previous...very different. You wake up in the morning and realize that this is now what life is like....you go on the best you can without your child. I honestly believe that I try to make the best of each day, but some days the day gets the best of me.
It's the little things that come to mind...like a wave comes over me and I remember the silliest little things that I will never get to experience again, some of those things annoyed me greatly in the past...his socks under the couch in the family room, or in the bathroom on the floor. Dirty dishes downstairs...empty snack wrappers....what I wouldn't do to have that to complain about again.
And then there are the moments that just bring forth incredible sadness, yet much thankfulness for having the opportunity to experience them. I cherished every conversation with my son in the past few years, he wasn't a super talkative person, so when he wanted to talk, I listened. I even came from another part of the house if I thought he was in the living room and willing to talk. After each conversation ended and it usually did by him getting up and leaving, I felt a twinge like something was telling me this wasn't always going to happen. I am grateful for every time I sat and talked with him....it's like something in the universe was telling me....cherish these moments....I did then, I do now. Love you always and forever..Love Mom
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A new day begins....what shall it bring....tears, smiles, laughter....probably all of those.
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