Three Months

It has been three months since the last time I kissed his cheeks, smelled his baby sweetness, held his pudgy hand.  

It has been three LONG months of pain.  Not much has changed, on the one hand, so much has changed.

When I think about him, my heart feel more bitter as if been cut and teared into pieces bleeding.

I am getting used to the fact that my life is painful and that I needn't expect it to be any other way.  Happiness looks like reserved for "other people".

People ("other people") are still insensitive, in general, just are "Normal" people.  When someone shows me just how insensitive they are, I have learned not to go back to the same person expecting anything more.  I just let them go.  I don't miss them anymore.

Some people have gone out of their way to support and love us.  These are people that I feel lucky to know.  That I will be grateful to for the rest of my life.  I don't know how I will ever repay them. Maybe next life....