There were more than tears as I loaded my suitcase of clothes into the back of my sister-in-law's car. It was more than feeling like my soul was being sucked out by dementors. I could actually feel my chest being ripped open and the universe removing what little bit of heart I may have had. It's a wound that won't heal until I am reunited with my baby.
|My perfect son who loves me completely.|
|My sad Cecilia with her Daddy. She is such a Daddy's Girl, and all of this wasted time has been hardest on her.|
My motto is Life Goes On, but this time I don't know if it does. Without your babies, there is no "going on". There is sleepwalking through life. There is no life at all. I just can't comprehend how Hector has survived at all during these 3 years.