Silent Tears
By Emily Hughes

After all the months of sorrow,
After the many hours of pain,
What is left of ourselves is hollow,
What is here,  is never  the same.
When at first we were quite vocal,
And many stood to hear,
Those who would listen have moved on,
And we are left with our silent tears.
We cry when we remember,
We cry when we forget,
We cry  until our tears run out,
And we cry because it’s all we have left.
While the world continues turning,
And the weeks turn into years,
We are mother’s forever mourning,
Shedding silent tears.


i got my update. (b/c i am a crazy person and can't bring myself to unsubscribe to babycenter) it reads......


Your 12-month-old: Week 3
Look who's talking now! Your 1-year-old is working hard on being able to tell you what's going on in his busy brain.


oh how i wish that were true. how i wish my baby was learning to talk. how i wish there was a way wyatt could tell me what was going on. even if he has to be  far away, if he could just get me a message to let me know what was going on in his busy brain. to know that, to be able to feel like i was a part of his life, how awesome that would be.

as it is, i am coming up on the 16-month anniversary of his last day. 16 months of wishing he were here with me.

paula 



my dear sweet wyatt,
oh to hug you and love on you, how great would that be??? i still miss you and love you, more and more each day. i wish there was a way to see you. to be with you. to know you were doing ok. come visit me in my dreams, sweet one, i would love to see you there.
until we are together again
i love you
mommy