Every year, it seems the time Ethan was on Earth becomes a distant memory. Yet, every year, I'm constantly reminded of what isn't and what could've been.
It's a weird conundrum. I want to remember everything about my son, but I also don't want to remember the hurt and pain of it all.
And it sucks. I'm not going to lie and say it's been an easy road. The
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Eight years ago, my firstborn, Ethan, was born prematurely at just under 23 weeks. He only lived for two hours on December 13, 2011.
This year, celebrating his memory has been rather quiet, almost muted. It's not that we don't care anymore; we'll always care, love, and celebrate our baby. It's more of a quiet reflection.
As 2019 is drawing to a close, and a brand new decade is