I don’t know if you’ve noticed it, but every time the hubby and I observe the birth/death anniversary of our little angel (September 28th) and the day falls on a weekend or falls close to the weekend, we take a leave from work, go to a church we haven’t visited before, and just spend time together. It’s been sort of a tradition for us as we go on with our lives here on earth without our son Pippo. So, last Friday, we did just that by going on a roadtrip to Liliw, Laguna.
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One year ago today, the hubby and I experienced indescribable pain for the very first time. It was our first tragedy as a married couple. The reason? We lost our first baby. It’s the kind of pain that lingers with you even after the event has long passed. It’s the kind of pain that haunts you all the time. The sadness remains with you, deep inside your heart.
You can move on, alright, and let go of all the negative feelings. Yes, you can have your new normal, too. But the memories of that fateful day will stay in your head until you die. It’s ironic and somewhat funny because death was the cause and yet it’s also the one that’s gonna end it all, someday.
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