One of those days

This week has been so busy I haven't had much time to think about anything.  Then, last night I made the mistake of reading a book by another babyloss mom and her story of loss, right before bed.  I got sucked in because it was sort of like reading about myself, but then I started to have alot of flashbacks too, which made for not a very good sleep.  Which led to being tired today and then hitting a bit of a low point of grief as it all catches up to me.

Today was one of these days:

Tonight I started to work on filling out more of Angel's baby book.   I walked by the shelf and thought about how delinquent I am in completing it, and so I grabbed it and got to work for awhile.  I started it when it first arrived, then put it aside as it was a bit too much.  Tonight I managed to write quite a bit, but I still have more to do.  It is emotionally exhausted to do it, but I also want to do it soon because I don't want to forget things.  I am sure I already have.  Although reading that book last night, I started to remember more from August 10, 2011  & August 11, 2011 that I had forgotten about.

A few moments after I closed the book, I looked out the window to my backyard and a butterfly flew by.