I will be thinking, and praying for you and your little one as I pound these in the yard.
We will also be having a memorial service and I will be praying for you. I hope that's ok. Jesus heals.
I've gone through stages...the chemically induced fugue, not wanting to face what I'd done; blaming others; sobering up and accepting responsibility (followed by years of marrow-deep self-hatred)...I finally came to realize that, being truly regretful, I had to accept God's forgiveness, and I had to forgive myself. I've done that, and the change in my life has been remarkable.
But still, I live with what I have done, every day. It's not always easy but it is absolutely necessary. I could no more go through a day without a single thought for my three beautiful boys than I could go through a day with no thought for the baby I so selfishly sacrificed. That is my baby, my family.