A FB friend posted this quote recently. I decided to post it here because I could never find the words that more adequately describes the last eight months of my life.
“Do not judge the bereaved mother. She comes in many forms. She is breathing, but she is dying. She may look young, but inside she has become old. She smiles, but her heart sobs. She walks, talks, cooks, cleans, works in a numb state. She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity. Her life will never be the same. She lost a piece of her future when she lost her child and will never be the same.”