Thursday, February 28, 2008
Time is moving much slower now and the Spring is almost here. It has been nine months since you died and I can still hear your voice. Many people do not understand because I was only your step-mother to them but I was so much more.
I am glad that I got to watch you grow and tickle you when you came home from school. I am glad that I got to be the one who picked the splitters out of your feet everytime you would climb the fence. I am glad that I got to be the one who played with you out in the rain.
Gaje, please help me, I don't know if I can do this anymore. I stay silent but I am screaming inside. I watch the other kids playing with their parents, I begin to get so angry inside. I plead and I beg but nothing comes.
I seek for answers but in the midst of it all, I only see your face. What does this mean? I dream of you but I still wake up with an empty heart.
My emotions have gotten the best of me today and I miss you so much.
