I was thinking tonight of when this blog would end. I started out just so that I could get my thoughts and grief out, and so I could remember how I felt, and see where I've come. I thought to myself, It will have to end sometime. You can't write how you miss your dead baby forever. Then it dawned on me, I am going to miss her forever. Until I die I am going to miss my baby. It seems so unreal to me. 50 years from now someone can say the name Brenna and I will instantly think of her. Someone can loose a baby, and I will feel it too. I guess I never thought about it before. But I have a feeling I will be blogging for quite some time, because I'm always going to miss her.
Edited to add: Please don't think that I wrote this so you'd beg me to not stop blogging. That's not the intention of this post. I am too addicted to blogging to stop. And I already know you love me. :)