krystalk84
New Member
Your right I was forced to grow up really fast when I lost my son. But that summer was by far the worst one of my life and if that didnt kill me I dont know what will. You see, my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer that same week that my son died. And then I find out that my dad's mother passed away. Earlier that summer my parents neighbor, who I saw as a grandmother figure since I didnt have one around in my life since I was 12, passed away and my son's paternal grandmother passed away as well. I had kept in contact with her even though his father wasnt around. I still celebrate my son's birthday and I buy him elmo stuff. I sleep with his bumble bee raddle bear and I talk to him and I tell people about him and I still have a hard time believing that this is my life. That this happened to me. That I gave birth to a beautiful baby who is no longer alive. I was told when I was 15 I wasnt going to be able to have babies. So was his father. And I was blessed with a miracle baby and I miss it. But I just remember the good times and it gets me through another day
