Today marks the eleven month mark. You've been gone for eleven months. As I type these words, it still doesn't feel real.
I miss you with every fiber of my being. I would do anything to have you back in my arms today. Anything.
My love for you grows with every passing moment. As does my pain. I thought it'd get easier, Baby. But it hasn't...and I don't think it will.
You'll always be missed...you'll always be remembered...and you will always always be loved.
Forever,
Mommy
