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I'm not saying that it's all better because it's not. I don't think I will ever be completely over her death, I just think that it's starting to scar. I don't find myself crying as often. I have memories that are fond of her. I remember her wiggling in my tummy. I remember her getting all crazy when I drank orange juice. The way she bonded with my son even before she was outside of my body. I just got her medical charts back and I'm puzzled. When the doctor came into my room that night she ...