4.4.21 2:46 pm

It’s easter and you aren’t here. you were supposed to be here wearing Henry’s first Easter outfit. We were sitting outside and I imagined you in my arms while I sat with Henry and Daddy. You will never be in my arms. The sadness is engulfing me. I want to whale but I have people downstairs. Tears streaming down my face and overcome with the pit of sadness. Some how I mustered the strength to host a beautiful Easter at our house. It makes me feel momentarily whole to make our home beautiful and cook for what remains of our family. In 2 days I will receive your final autopsy report with the neuropath findings. I highly suspect it will tell me your brain was perfect. Sitting in the emptiness. Paralyzed by it