When someone loses a limb, they learn to adapt, how to live without it. Because they have to. They might still have phantom pain or sensation even though the limb is no longer there.

Grief is like losing a limb. You learn to live with part of your heart missing. Because you have to. The rest of your heart will keep reaching out to that empty space, and it hurts. Every. Time.
Your heart becomes a puzzle that will never be solved. There's a piece missing from it- an important one. There's enough pieces remaining that you can see what it was supposed to be, but it's not quite right. Sometimes beautiful, wonderful things happen and your heart grows, you add new pieces to your puzzle. But none of these new pieces fit or fill that empty space.

Time does not heal all wounds.


How has it been another year already? He's four years old now. His birthday cake this year is going to be Petit fours, because even though fours doesn't mean the number, it makes sense to me.
Leyna loves carrying around his picture and giving him kisses. It's so sweet and it also completely breaks my heart.

I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always. As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be.
Happy birthday Nico.