Each year when July hits I am reminded of what should have been. As time passes things do get easier, the sting does ease, the pain subsides...but it is still there. July 28- 5 years ago today was my due date with Emma. Each year I feel like I forgive myself a little more for not being strong enough to get more information, to question the doctors, to do my research. Loss sucks- no matter when - having guilt in loss sucks even more. After 5 years I feel like I have learned more from Emma than I have any of my other babies. Emma gave me strength - her loss molded me into the person I am today. So, on what should of been her birthday, as in past years, I am sharing my first ever blog post. The Emma Poems- this is a collection of poetry I wrote for Emma. Most of it was originally scribbled on scrap paper from a bench in the cemetery. Later typed out as a bit of continued therapy. Now I can look back and see how far I have come. Whether it be one year out or 50, this day will always be a day for Emma...
"Now blow the candle out, my dear
And make your wish come true
A very merry unbirthday to you"