Today Holds Heaviness

Today Holds Heaviness

  This day comes every year, and every year I dread it. I cannot change it. I cannot erase it. I cannot accept it. It will always be with me, with us.   Today is not an anniversary. It is not a day of laughter. It is not a day of happy memories. It is a day...
6 Years

6 Years

  August 8th. A day that will always be a black cloud for us. A day unlike any other. The day we had to kiss our son goodbye forever.   Our hardest day had continued on from the previous few difficult days. Madox was struggling. Madox was dying. The reality...