The pain of losing a loved one never seems to go away .. it dulls with age .. and sometimes it's farther back then other times .. but it's always there. After 40 years .. I can still feel the rip .. the tares of a bond, tho newly formed, strong and securly attached to my heart and soul.
The emptiness left is stll empty .. tho not as large a hollow .. the space being partially filled with another bond .. another child. A child with it's own space really .. special and precious and lighting my soul with joy. I am grateful for this child and in no way want to diminish my love by remembering the lost one .. the one taken from me and given to strangers without my permission.
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