I love my nieces so much, but at the park the other day, seeing them practice their baseball with Jeff, I could not help but think of Angel and how she would have been right there too, taking a turn swinging the bat. Jeff is an amazing uncle and it hurts my heart at times to know what he is missing out on.
I reconciled a long time ago that my nieces are not Angel and to focus on those relationships as what they are, not what we have lost. But sometimes the grief creeps in and I just feel robbed all over again.
No comments:
Post a Comment