The six month mark almost came and went without me realizing it. But I remembered.
This month is much easier than last month. Of course I am still sad, but I do not feel that crushing grief I used to feel. I don't feel like dying when I see pregnant ladies or new babies. I feel like Me more and more each day. I missed Me. I miss laughing until I cry (which I did today, and loved it). I guess, if anything, this loss has taught me to charish the small things. Don't take them for granted, because I now know what life is like without them.