My son is gone, he is gone forever from this earth and there is not a damn thing I can do about it. There is the ache, this burning, this hole where my heart used to be and I feel like it is gonna hurt, burn, and be empty until I am reunited with him in Heaven.
Some days are better than others and some seem more "survivable". I think about how it has almost been 4 months since I saw his eyes open and a beautiful smile on his face and I break down. I don't know how I am gonna survive until old age without him. Besides Ryan and the little family we built he was my everything. My world revolved around Keegan and making him happy. I don't have that anymore and it hurts.
Some days I have no idea where to turn, the only people who "truly get it" are family and friends who have gone through similar situations. You hate to reach out on one of your bad days because what if they are having a "good day", you don't want to be that black cloud. But its days like today (Ry is working his 13th day in a row) that I need someone, someone who understands the situation and the never ending tug in your soul that you are not whole, part of you is missing.
I know I will see him again and it will be glorious. I have to wait until I get to heaven though and even though I am one step closer everyday I am still too far. So where DO broken hearts go? Where can I be fixed, I fear I am forever broken and destined to be that way until we are reunited.....
On a side note: Keegan would have been 2.5 yesterday.....