On Sunday morning I was getting a nice gift, I was getting some pampering with my hairstylist. I was on my way, happy as can be, and the light turned red. I came to a complete stop, looked around my very familiar surroundings and BAM, to my right there it was, the mortuary that I have driven by a thousand times. And the waterworks began. The day Emme passed began to play like a movie, and there I was, in the dreaded room where my life paused. I cried all the way to my hairstylist, thankfully she was running a little late and I took the time to compose myself only to start crying again while my hair was being washed.
I started this post, a long with the previous post, in July but never got around to finishing them. And as I stand here, rocking back and forth, as my little rainbow baby sleeps on my chest and my little ray of sunshine enjoys pre preschool down the street, I finally have time to start writing again. As I read these unfinished posts that I intended to delete and start fresh, I can’t. They were raw moments that needed to be written down and although unfinished, I will publish.
Confessions of a Wife, Mother & Cook 