I belong to a club where I have a lifetime membership. I never wanted to be a part of it. I barely knew it existed. It's a club that I hate being a member of. And yesterday marked three months of membership.
To mark the occasion, I got some orange oriental lilies, wrapped them in blue cellophane and took them out to my son's grave.
I have no words for how this makes me feel.
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I'm so sorry Brooke. I'm holding you all in my heart today and every day.
Thinking of you. 3 months is so hard. But then so is every other month so far.
Oh hun, I am so sorry. You are in my thoughts today.
Hi Brooke
Just wanted you to know that I am thinking of you and your family. I remember for me 3 months seemed significant for some reason when William died.
I have been told society allows you three months to grieve and then expects you to "get over it". People who think like just don't get what we go through when we lose our babies.
Sending big cyber hugs your way.
Thinking of you and Caden. I don't know if this will help at all but it was the three and four month marks that sucked the worst and then things did seem to start to settle and heal, bit by bit. It's slow getting there but we are all in it together, as you say, for life. sigh.
I am so sorry. Hugs
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