The recent loss of a precious baby boy has further deepened the wounds of when I lost my sweet boy 3 years and 1 month ago. Yes, I can tell you the exact day, hour, minute and second since his departure (3 years, 1 month, 8 days, 23 hours and 12 minutes). No, I'm not crazy... it's just that these memories (these numbers, dates, times, pictures) are all I have of him. My "proof" that he existed to the rest of the world. Why do babies have to die? No, forget it! Fuck you. I don't want to know. Because I know that whatever reason I get will never be a sufficient excuse as to why MY son, THEIR son died. We now know the greatest loss and oh, it hurts so much. Physically, emotionally, mentally, internally. I miss you, Enzo. Why, my darling? My life is forever changed. I love you, my eternal companion. I love you a million times <3
I know you and him are playing futbol already! :) Diviertanse! Besos al cielo xox
I know you and him are playing futbol already! :) Diviertanse! Besos al cielo xox