One of the odd things about losing Joshua, is that life moves on. It's easier that way, but it's also harder that way.
We have another child.
But we have a gap between our girls that gapes [to me].
We have happy children.
But Oceana still asks "when Joshua's coming back from Heaven".
We continue with life as normal.
But I forget that normal, to the rest of world, doesn't include having your son's ashes on your dresser.
We don't cry much any more.
But when I pray about Joshua each night I'm reminded how much I miss him.
I especially missed him tonight. Tonight was the 2nd anniversary of his Home Day.
Has it really been two years since I held my precious boy?