23 Months

I try to ingnore the calendar and don't consciously know what the date is but the 16th of each month screams out at me demanding to be recognized. Sometimes I don't even realize why the darkness of this deep sadness is descending so heavily upon me until I look at the date and consciously acknowledge that the dreaded anniversary of my child's journey from this life to the next has rolled around yet again. I try to keep it inside each month and think that this will be the month that I "stop counting" but my soul screams out to recognize the date. How can a mother ever forget the day.............the moment..........that her child was taken from her?

Missing my precious son and wish the 16th held no significance to me.

I love you, Josh.