One Year

In one week (Sept. 2) a year will have passed since we last held our baby boy.  One of the lessons we've learned from going through this experience is that the hardest part isn't losing our child.  The hardest part is continuing forward, LIVING without him.  It is both a blessing and a pain that life keeps moving forward.  I don't know what I expected, but not exactly what we're living.  This year I've realized my body DOES have limits, which have been met and maxed.  I've learned what intense pain and grief feels like, which I hope will allow me to be there for others going through challenges.  I've learned children are beautifully resilient and faithful.  I've learned that I really have a long way to go to be the kind of person I know I can be, but also more about how to get there.  My only regret in all of this is that it

took a very, VERY special little spirit to come down and endure tremendous pain and struggle in order for me to get to this point. I will forever be grateful and sorry that my Mitchell went through all that.  I hope and pray he is achieving great success in Heaven, knowing that we're working each day to return to live with him again.