Grief Season: Age Four

It is January 18th.  My heart is heavy.

I have a month of difficult grief ahead of me.  It all begins with February 5th, her baby shower and comes to dark conclusion on the day of her cremation, February 18th.  Which also happens to be my birthday.

There are times where I relish February and the grief season.  Where I spend time with her as much as I can, And there are times where it seems like I am tasked to eat an elephant. Right now, it is the latter, daunting, tiring and insurmountable.

Ah, Ava.  4.  My girl, 4.  How I miss you.


Author: Melissa

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