Always Blessings, Never Losses

9 months ago I lost my son. I don’t always think about it on the 25th. Some months the day will go by and I’ll think- wow. It didn’t bother me yesterday. But this morning someone said “it’s the 25th” and it just made me think of Wyatt. I wonder when it won’t bother me anymore. I wonder if having another child will take away the hurt. And then I think what if it doesn’t. I can live with it- it’s not as sharp as it was before, but it still bothers me. I miss him. It’s really crazy how much you can miss someone you never even knew. I’ll never get to see him run down the hallway, eat his first Cheerio, meet his true love, has his heart broken, graduate high school. A smile of true pleasure will never cross his face. And he’ll never cry from a scraped knee. But I will always treasure the time we did have with him. I just wish we’d had more.