What’s in a date…


Today my first boy would have been 17.  I can’t even fathom what sort of life I’d be leading if the fork in my road hadn’t gone the way it did, if Casey had been ours to keep. No Emily, for sure, as she couldn’t have come along in time. And probably not where we are now, about to bring more children into our home.

No matter how my life changes, no matter how many years pass, I do not forget. You could make a case for, “It was meant to be” and “Count your blessings,” but sometimes those platitudes just don’t apply. And all that’s left are the “What should have been.”

He should have been…here.

1 thought on “What’s in a date…”

  1. I know what you mean. I’ve been pregnant 6 times, with a total of 7 babies, and have given birth to 3 of my children. I feel extremely lucky to have my three, but that doesn’t take away the pain of losing the rest. I guess I subscribe to the theory of “everything happens for a reason”, but that doesn’t stop the occasional tear. The thing that helps the most is knowing that when it’s time to gain my angel wings, I’ll have such sweet faces to welcome me home.

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