I miss him...
When I listen to a love song.
When I watch a sad movie.
When I see other babies, and now toddlers, and well...pretty much any children.
When I see his picture.
When I play the piano.
When I go to church. (This is a hard one.)
When I'm in love with my husband. (This might sound weird, but I didn't want to put "when I love my husband" because then it sounds like there are times when I don't love him--which may or may not be true--but as far as the love thing goes...I think all you BLM's know what I'm talking about.)
When I go on walks. (Now an everyday occurrence in my life...maybe...)
When I do genealogy work. (Okay, so besides scrap booking and journal writing--ya know, my own personal genealogy work--I just barely started indexing, but hey--I gotta start somewhere.)
When I see a beautiful painting. (Or pretty much anything beautiful.)
When I go to the temple. (I always pray that I will see him there because I'd much rather see him there than in my home...that would just freak me out.)
March 9, 2012
March 7, 2012
Headstone #1
March 3, 2012
Still Hard
It's still hard...
Getting on Facebook to find someone who had a baby around Joshua's birthday, now announce they are pregnant with their 2nd baby.
Looking at pictures of Joshua at home--healthy--and trying to figure out exactly what went wrong, and WHEN did it go wrong?
Telling people we don't have any kids and hearing them say it's now probably a good time to start, since we've been married 4 years.
Never knowing what Joshua would look like and sound like right now, today.
Telling people about Joshua, but then having them not ask any questions about him, like--"what was his name, and what was he like"--Basically acting like he wasn't a real person.
(On a side note--Salesi told me that I say the word "basically" WAY too much. Can you count how many times I said it on here?)
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