I am tired and weary, my heart aches for Hezekiah just as it did on January 14th when he took his last breath in my arms. In 3 days Hezekiah would have been 3 months old. The pain in my heart is so deep and is always there. I constantly have a lump in my throat and tears ready to flow. I find myself going on yet I am still stuck trying to deal with the reality of life.
I still question why over and over again. I so desire for things to be different and at times I truly feel like I cannot go on anymore. I am grieving and I must say grieving takes a lot out of me.