In a contradictory way, time doesn't make me feel better. It is actually making me feel worst.
Every day that goes by, He is slipping away from my memories...
Our baby won't remember him at all... She will grow up and for her, all of these last 8 months won't mean much whereas for me, it will have been the only tile we -sort of- were together. Sort of... between the chimios, the hospital...