One month ago, May 5th, was the worst day. And the best day, strangely. I can't grasp that a whole month has gone by, that in my alternate world I should still be pregnant. Time is just suspended for now, which I suppose is a blessing. I'm just barely surviving each day, still can't think about the future in definite terms, but I do have moments of happiness and hope. My life is still blessed.
I didn't do anything special to "commemorate" the one month anniversary. I think I was folding laundry at 6:35 pm, the time Kayla was born. Just shows that life does go on, in the little details of everyday life.
The song, "Smallest, Wingless" by Craig Cardiff, has been on repeat for the past 24 hours. I love his voice.
We said hello at the same time we said goodbye.
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