September 23, 2015 It's your due date. Maybe you would have come already like both your brother and sister did. Maybe you would have come today so we could have celebrated your birthday and your great grandmother's birthday. Maybe you would have been more stubborn and come late. It doesn't matter. You're not coming. We are coming up on the six month mark. A half year. It seems like such a long time. And yet I still cry for you. I've cried for you every day this week. I still have moments of total sadness. I still see pregnant mamas, baby announcements, newborns and get emotional, angry, jealous. I still feel bitter. I think I always will. I think deep down the sadness and bitterness will never go away. And that's ok. Your heart beat. Your legs kicked. Your fingers wiggled. You lived. And then you died. And I'm allowed to be bitter about that. I'll always wonder who you would have been....