You know, we never picked out a name for you. We never knew if you were a boy or a girl, so I find it hard to call you anything other than “Little.” I hope that’s okay with you.
It’s been years since you left us.
4, to be exact.
I think about you, from time to time. Probably not as often as I should or could. But I do. And while it is less painful, it is still painful.
Just know that today, I’m thinking about you. Taking a quiet moment to remember, and remind myself how lucky I am, and how things could have been different. Today snuck up on me, I was tense and angry and emotional… And now I know why.
It gets less painful, but it still stings.
All my love,