It's hard to ignore the cruel irony of little Miles' birthday. April 1, 2012. The whole day felt like a bad dream as events beyond my control began to unfold. We will never forget his birthday, but in some ways the way we started that day, baby blankets cut and ready to sew for him that afternoon, still full of hope for him, still sure that our little fighter would make it through until the moment they came to tell me there was nothing they could do. Yes, that day, it felt like a cruel joke. Again, I know time will heal, and we will plan fun activities to celebrate his birthday every year, but I will never see April Fool's day the same.
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