This morning, D and I talked about that horrible day. In some ways it feels like it was a long, long time ago. In other ways, it feels like just yesterday. I still find it hard to believe that it happened to us. Losing Puppet was, by far, the hardest thing I’ve ever dealt with and it took me a long time to come to grips with it.
Now that Baby Bo is here, it makes our feelings about what happened seem even more complex. I still wonder about the baby that we lost. He or she would be six months old now. Who was that little person?
But, of course, if we hadn’t lost Puppet, we wouldn’t have Bo. And as I watch him sleeping in his chair right now, I can’t imagine life without him.
So today I will remember our angel, Puppet, and be thankful that we have been blessed with our rainbow, Bo. Both of them are part of our family in their own way and I love them.