My Stories

StillBirthday

Loading Likes...

I don’t always have a good memory when recalling events, especially recalling emotions but I remember everything I felt that day. I remember every detail of that day. I remember the sounds, the smells. The pain. It’s burned in my head.

William should be two today. He would be having a blast outside with his older brothers and sister playing in the fort. He would be running to me to tell me of all the things he found. But he’s not. He’s laying in his grave not far from where I sit right now.

He was beautiful. He was perfect. And he’s gone. And it fucking hurts.

Leave a Reply