Thursday, February 13, 2014

Three years...

And, of course, I cannot let February 12th, my amazing son's birthday, go past without also thinking of the tremendous loss that happened three years ago--the day he turned two.  We had just finished up cake and ice cream when I got the call that Amy, my dearest friend and strongest supporter, had lost her battle with cancer.  It was a call that we knew was coming, we all expected, but nobody was ready for.  So now, three years later, when I can still hear her voice and laughter and still see her amazing smile, I need to take a moment to be with the fact that I miss her more than words can say.  Always.

Amy and Megan at a Red Sox game in 2010

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