I’m coping....until I’m not.
It goes back and forth.
When I’m not busy with the baby, I start to think..ya know?
Then I cry.
He’s doing much better than I am.
I feel so bad for Laz I can’t stand it.
I do know....it’s been years, and I still think about it. They get inside your heart and stay there until the day your life is over.
God’s holding you close, and Laz, too.