So I went home to my parents place this weekend for the first time since Charlie died. I just couldn't face it before now and going there was just as awful as I thought it would be
It was just too weird... she wasn't in the chair where she always sat, she wasn't crying outside the bedroom to get in in the morning, there was no nose stuck in my breakfast bowl wanting my leftover milk....
I spent some time down in the garden where she is buried, just talking to her. Telling her all the things I wanted to say but didn't get the chance to. Then my dad asked me if I wanted to plant some flowers that he'd bought for her grave...
he'd already done such a great job to pick a nice spot for her and tidy her grave up, but it just broke my heart to see how upset my father was. I guess I didn't get how attached he was to her.
I found lots of photos of her when she was just a tiny baby
She was with us for such a long time and I know I should be grateful and focus on the good stuff but I just starting thinking about my baby not being there any longer and I start crying again. Does this pain ever really go away?
I miss you Charlie
It was just too weird... she wasn't in the chair where she always sat, she wasn't crying outside the bedroom to get in in the morning, there was no nose stuck in my breakfast bowl wanting my leftover milk....
I spent some time down in the garden where she is buried, just talking to her. Telling her all the things I wanted to say but didn't get the chance to. Then my dad asked me if I wanted to plant some flowers that he'd bought for her grave...
I found lots of photos of her when she was just a tiny baby
I miss you Charlie