It doesn't mean that my love for you is fading
It doesn't mean that I am moving on
It doesn't mean that I don't miss you
It just means that I was alright that day
It means that I was able to get by that day with you close to my heart
The heartache was somewhat tolerable that day
Mother's Day came and went.
It was a hard day.
Maya is five months old today babe.
I dressed her in the same dress she wore two days before you left us, for her three month birthday.
It fits much better now. She has grown.
Every time she smiles and laughs I think about you and I miss you.
It breaks my heart that you are not here to hear that laugh.
You never heard her laugh.
She started laughing for the first time on the day of your memorial service.
I hear you laugh sometimes.
Your voice is still fresh in my mind, my heart.
I hear you call for me sometimes.
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I wonder when you are going to turn off the video games and come to bed.
Isis said she heard you call out to her the other day while she was playing.
"Isis...over here. Look over here Isis..." that's what she heard you say.
She is writing in her journal every night for you.
She wonders if you are reading her letters.
She calls them letters.
She was sad today when she saw and heard a little girl call out for her daddy at the park.
I held her tight.
I hold Maya tight.
Today has been a crying day for me.
The heartache has been intolerable.
I miss you.
I wish I could just hold you
just one more time...
Maya, a few hours old, with daddy.