Day #28 - Special Place

This would be her grave. 

I go there often to talk to her or my grandfather who is next to her. 

I go there when I’m upset, I go there on my lunch breaks. 

I go there on anniversaries and special dates. 

I go there when I feel like the whole world is caving in on me. 

I go there for peace and comfort. 

I go there because I can’t hold my angel in my arms.

Day #27 - Signs

I don't believe in "signs" from the past. Maybe it's because I consider myself a realist. Or maybe it's because it's never happened to me. I've read stories of other moms who feel that they get signs of their child with them. Some say it's butterflies, some say it's a certain feeling that takes over them.

I wish I could say I feel her. That I've gotten signs. But I haven't. But I do believe that the day we went to the grave to release her balloons that she really wanted those balloons up there. Three of them were stuck in a tree but before we left each one of them got loose and flew away. We watched until we couldn't see them anymore.