seven months.

I miss writing a lot, I haven't been doing it as much lately.  But I should try to keep up with it.


It is so surreal to have moved out of that house.  I spent so much time there, planning out our life with Virginia, and then the early weeks and months of grieving her death.  I cannot believe I won't be going back there.  I miss it. 


It has been a good thing to be closer to family.  And here so far I have been much busier.  But I miss having time to really grieve.  It's like the past week it has just built up and is now releasing.  It still hurts so much.


I don't even have as much time lately to read things from other bereaved parents.  I cannot explain how much it has helped to read those things the last few months.  It is 7 months now.  Seven months in just a few minutes.  As soon as it hits the 22nd.  I can't believe it has been that long since she was born.  I really can't. 


I love her so much though.  Once everything settles here hopefully I can focus on the fundraiser.  And writing more. 


The pain just does not ever lesson or go away.  You just get better at facing it.