Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Today is the anniversary of when I lost Speck. I dreaded this day for months. I wondered what I would say, but today, I feel fine. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Why should this day hurt less or more than any other? It's like the silliness of Valentines Day. It's fine to set aside a day but the truth is, I don't miss or feel sad any more today than I do any other day of the week just as my love for Jack doesn't alter because its an anniversary or V-day. Regardless of what people may think of a 10.5 week fetus, the fact is he was a part of me. When I lost him, I lost a part of me. I don't need a date to remember this. When you lose a piece of yourself, you always remember.