#bereaved parent

[southerneclecticwitch]

Sometimes morning are the hardest. When I first wake up. Those few moments when reality sinks in. And I have to remember that my son is gone. And he's not coming back. Three and a half years and the pain still cuts like a knife. Sometimes, mornings kick my ass.

[stoneangelsirongates]

[sweetangel-abbysue-blog]

She’s in the sun, the wind, the rain, She’s in the air you breathe, in every breath you take. She sings a song of hope and cheer, There’s no more pain, there’s no more fear You’ll see her in the clouds above and hear her whisper words of love. You’ll be together before long, Until then listen for her song.