4 years..

Cole's Urn.

At 4 am this morning marked the 4th anniversary of Cole's death. I hate calling it an anniversary but in a way it is. Once I hit the month of July I start to dread the countdown of days and those days seem to be the most difficult. And now that the day has arrived I feel no stress, no anxiety, just a sense of peace. ... Time has gone by and time is the most healing gift. I have decided to not write much about this day considering, for the most part, I keep those thoughts/feelings to myself. But I can only assume that for any parent to imagine loosing their child would bring you a tad closer to what I am thinking. And for that I will end by saying that Cole has brought out so much good in his short life that I can only but Celebrate his time with me/us.

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