I think about you every single day.
Six years after your death, the thoughts aren’t constant anymore.
Sometimes the thoughts are sweet. I randomly remember the cute cooing noises you made.
Other days, the thoughts are sad. I still can’t understand the why. But the thoughts are there. I think about you every day.
I love when I think about you. In this way, you live on. I love remembering. I love that you were mine. Most days, the thoughts are such a gift.
Once in a great while, I think about you and get angry. I get angry that you died and weren’t saved, by me, by medical professionals or by someone.
Not a day has passed when you didn’t float in the river of my thoughts. In and out with other not so important thoughts. I see your face and then that image is replaced with a letter I have to mail or items from my grocery list. It’s natural you see, you’re a permanent part of my day and a permanent part of my thoughts.
You live every single day in my thoughts.
If I allowed it, the daily thoughts my drive me mad; instead, I turn them into a source of strength and happiness.
I’ll always, always think of you every single day, my sweet baby.
I’m so glad I am your mommy.
I think of you every single day.