Sitting with grief, and my warm cup of soup, on a cold winter's day...

Sitting with grief, and my warm cup of soup, on a cold winter's day...

As I sit here at the co-op, with my nearly 3 month old baby fast asleep on my chest, I hold my hands against my warm cup of soup on a cold winter’s day.

I just went about normal daily interactions with those around me - smiles shared with the cashier as they checked me out…

They don’t know I just said my forever goodbye to you. They don’t know my heart is fully broken.

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