Monday, December 6, 2010

days

Every special date (hell, every single day) is marked by how it relates to her. Today is my first birthday without her. This Christmas will be the first without her. Every morning I wake up to a day without her.



Will I ever stop thinking this way?

4 comments:

anna quinn harrelson said...

Alison, I am not sure if you will. My heart breaks for you almost daily when I think about her and what you must be going through. Love you-

The Campbell Pack said...

Your burden is one that no mother should carry. But your strength and grace are an example to all of us and a perfect reminder of your precious angel. You and Marin are thought about more than you know.

Unknown said...

Happy very belated bday to you and hope your 2nd day on the road is going well. I think about Marin a lot, and so I would imagine you think of her about 1 million more times than I do (which means probably multiple times an hour). It seems to me it's going to be hard not to relate every day, special or not, to her. Wish I could be there every time you could use a hug. Miss you. Love, Patty

Melodi said...

I am so so sorry Alison.