It's been over 10 months since my son, our first child was born and died.
I remember thinking (and still think) about all of the cliche sayings that you have probably heard on tv; "My heart is broken" or "why does the world keep spinning".
These are all true thoughts and feelings. My heart IS broken, I felt it shatter in pieces on the ground the day he died in my arms - and it felt real. He is and always will be my heart and soul.
I was upset that the entire world did not stand still and take notice that my perfect little man was no more. I still am.
I am still quite lost without him. I am angry that people expect me to continue on like "normal". And I'm not sure I am capable of loving anyone else after having him in my life, as short a time that was.
