Once was enough.
Hoping now that twice is all that is in the stars.
This does not yet seem real.
Because your body is still with me.
Still, we have cried for you.
Sad to not be a father again.
Sad to not be a sister.
Sad to no longer carry you.
Sad that you will not be joining our family here.
After years of pause, I feel the need to paint.
But, the only image that comes to mind is red and empty.
People say they are sorry.
I reply, so are we.
We were ready.
We were excited.
We are in shock.
We understand that it wasn't your time to be here on this Earth.
This is what was meant to be.
"Don't cry, Mom. The baby will come back in the Spring when there are no more cold days."
Your sister's words help me smile and bring me