I'm sitting in the tall cool grass next to my son's grave watching the sun set. talk about surreal.
The bird are chirping and I can hear the scampering of squirrels in the branches above me. A hawk wad circling for a bit, but then headed across the street to the river.
When I pulled up, a grieving daughter was lying on her dad's grave sobbing. I admit to being annoyed. I wanted to visit CJ, but she was right next to him. I gave her some time and space after realizing grief isn't a competition. The rules are unrealistic and the pain is real.
So here I sit. Dreading the approaching darkness that will bring our time together to an end for today. Bewildered that this is my life, and heartbroken.
Missing my sweet little boy....
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