Sad anniversaries - so it goes
It's hard to believe that it's been a year since Eleanor and Quinn slipped away. I placed a red and yellow rose on their grave this morning....and wondered what might have been.
Sitting here at the office stands in stark contrast to the April 12th of a year ago.
1:45 and 3:40 felt like dark limbo....like I should be somewhere else. I sat outside and closed my eyes....seeing them both in my mind. Eleanor quiet with Alexis until the end - and Quinn's struggling infant cry before we laid her down for the last time.
In some ways it's more difficult. The photos and memories from those 14 days are harder to look at. Maybe it's because I've been busy - and have put my grief on hold.
I don't really know.
So it goes.
(K.V. - R.I.P.)
Sitting here at the office stands in stark contrast to the April 12th of a year ago.
1:45 and 3:40 felt like dark limbo....like I should be somewhere else. I sat outside and closed my eyes....seeing them both in my mind. Eleanor quiet with Alexis until the end - and Quinn's struggling infant cry before we laid her down for the last time.
In some ways it's more difficult. The photos and memories from those 14 days are harder to look at. Maybe it's because I've been busy - and have put my grief on hold.
I don't really know.
So it goes.
(K.V. - R.I.P.)
