The main question that lingers through my head constantly: why my newborn, innocent baby boy and not my 22 year old, sinful self? Why the beautiful, angelic creationg and not the ugly, cruel creator? Why? Why the child and not the parents? And no, the fact that I can have more children is not the answer. Nor is the general belief that he is in a better place. Because actually, I personally believe there is no better place than in a mother's arms. And didn't the Virgin Mary lose her son also? So why would it continue to exist if she knows this pain first hand? How many more tears of blood fromt his excrutiating journey of child loss shoudl we cry in order for this to stop happening? In order for people to comprehend us. For people to talk about it. About them. For it to not be a taboo subject anymore. For Enzo to be a name mentioned and a person remembered forever as my first born.
I love you gordo hermoso. And I will fight for you until the end. It's me and you forever. I miss you, Enzo.
Always & Forever,
mama.
I love you gordo hermoso. And I will fight for you until the end. It's me and you forever. I miss you, Enzo.
Always & Forever,
mama.