The last week of August usually indicates the last week of summer and the beginning of fall for most people. It means a long weekend with the Labor Day holiday and one last hoorah on the lake with friends before it's time to pull out the hoodies, jeans and boots.
Or at least that's what it meant to me...
...3 years ago.
The last week of August today means that Erik's birthday is right around the corner.
Labor Day weekend for me this year means a weekend spent celebrating my child who is no longer here.
I'm definitely thankful for the long weekend as it means I won't have to take time off of work to mourn my child who can't celebrate his birthday.
This weekend, my little family along with a few others will gather at Erik's grave to release balloons and sky lanterns. I don't expect a big crowd as I've accepted the fact that not many people want to celebrate a dead child.
I'm no where near ok with that, but it is what it is. I will continue to celebrate Erik. From now until the day I die.
Please pray for me this week and throughout the remainder of the year. This week is just the beginning of the hell that I have to live through the rest of the year.
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(((Hugs)))
Huge ((((hugs)))) & prayers
I can't imagine your pain. I have four kids, three girls and my youngest is a boy. I know you shouln't have a favorite, but my little guy is my heart and soul my everything. My heart bleeds for you and your family....
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