This is the shirt I had on when Tommy took his last breath. Can you imagine, holding your child, in his last moments. No? It's unimaginable, yes? Not for me. I wore that shirt consciously that day. It helped me set him free. It helped me bite in the pain of loosing the sweetest, most endearing, fierce and beyond brave little boy who surprised us all by thriving. It's inevitable, every-time I wear it, I think of these last intense, heart wrenching moments. It's hard to explained feeling so wrecked, yet lifted by the love we had for him. The love he had for us. The love we have for each other. This love is whole and full. Light and free.
Oh my- 11 months tomorrow! I breathe your love -amour- more than ever.