Lying here in the dark, watching the ceiling fan spin around & around, wondering if I'll ever feel whole again, if there will ever be a part of my soul that doesn't ache, a place in my arms that doesn't need to hold him or a part of my ears that don't long for his voice. Will I ever be able to escape into sleep again?
Will food ever taste like anything but ashes & tears again?
Erin, you made such an impact on so many lives, touched so many souls and changed us all for the better in the long run.
Rhiannon came into the world the week of Mother's Day & Erin left that week, it will never be the same again. Never.
I will miss you forever, the whys don't matter, they won't bring you back.