A year ago today, I had to do another thing that no parent should ever have to do. I had to plan a funeral. It was the day I was supposed to be bringing my baby home from the hospital. But instead I had to go plan his funereal. I didn't know the first thing about planning a funereal. I was a mess. I was still numb and in shock.
Chris and I were lucky to have the support we did because otherwise we never would have made it. We had to plan out the music for his funeral what day we wanted it and everything. It was so hard. There really isn't much about that day I really remember. I know we were constantly surrounded by family. I remember just wanting to sleep in my bed and to wake up from the nightmare. But I never woke up, and in a couple too short days I had to lay my baby to rest.
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