As Corbyn's birthday approaches I'm constantly reminded of what should have been. I should have a little boy that should be turning 4, but yet all we are able to celebrate is a memory of what once was and what should have been. It breaks my heart that he is slowly becoming a distant memory to us. Just that thought has made the reality of us having a dead child come right back to the surface. We don't even know how to picture a 4 year old. Corby will forever be our little 13 month old.
Three years ago today- we were celebrating our baby's first birthday as well as his daddy's. 
Today- we celebrate his daddy's birthday without him here. 
It still is so painful, and today I feel like it's not fair.
It still is so painful, and today I feel like it's not fair. 