My boy.
Today marks one year since I had to say goodbye to my baby, Samson. It still doesn't seem real. These past few weeks, I've had echoes of sadness and grief and anxiety and loss reverberating throughout me. I've been dreading today. I didn't want it to have been a whole year that I've been without him. And I did cry this morning. But I also smiled, remembering how ornery and head-strong, and playful and funny he was. And still is in my heart. Not a single day goes by without me thinking about him. Love him. Miss him.
My boy.
Today marks one year since I had to say goodbye to my baby, Samson. It still doesn't seem real. These past few weeks, I've had echoes of sadness and grief and anxiety and loss reverberating throughout me. I've been dreading today. I didn't want it to have been a whole year that I've been without him. And I did cry this morning. But I also smiled, remembering how ornery and head-strong, and playful and funny he was. And still is in my heart. Not a single day goes by without me thinking about him. Love him. Miss him.