One Tear at a Time
Who can hold each tear or tell from the place that it falls from. There is nothing like letting your child go to heaven and not having a mother that wants to hold you through this process, or at least eachother. I am struggling with trying not to add this hurt that I am experiancing to the baggage of our relationship. Two phone converstaions in 7 months and each lasting maybe five min.
I have found myself as I was when I was younger desparately wanting to be loved by my family and profoundly rejected. I am frusterated with my self because I desire that no matter how much I try to kill that desire.
