As many know my 9 month old son passed away January of this year.

Well yesterday it was cold, dark and rainy just like the day he passed. I felt so sad, I couldn’t breathe, I keep checking up on my baby to make sure he was okay. Everything hit me like a train. I feel so bad I don’t stop and visit him everyday like I promised I would, how do I know he wasn’t scared and cold yesterday, what if he hates me because I couldn’t save him, or thinks I didn’t love him. Sometimes I wish I was with him, sometimes I wish it was me!!