This blog is dedicated to my Maxie. Max was only 9 and a half months when he stopped breathing at daycare. We are devastated by the loss of our most beloved baby boy. Hopefully, this blog will give readers a sense of what a beautiful spirit he was and will help to keep his memory alive.
Late night alone
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Late at night
I sit in the dark living room
Calling out your name
And crying until I am shaking with grief
Where have you gone
Why did you leave me
My heart is so broken
I long for you sweet boy
Life is empty without you
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Susan
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I just love the picture of Maxie under the caption "our beautiful boy". He looks so full of wonder - presumably gawping at the camera or the photographer. It seems implausible that he isn't growing up. I share your disbelief. And I miss her too - with a blinding, suffocating completeness. I rarely cry any more though - that is different. But it gapes, doesn't it - the hole. So sorry Abby - if I had a magic wand, you could share it xx
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I just love the picture of Maxie under the caption "our beautiful boy". He looks so full of wonder - presumably gawping at the camera or the photographer. It seems implausible that he isn't growing up. I share your disbelief. And I miss her too - with a blinding, suffocating completeness. I rarely cry any more though - that is different. But it gapes, doesn't it - the hole. So sorry Abby - if I had a magic wand, you could share it xx
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