The other night at my husbands art opening we were talking with a friend who had a baby a week before we lost Milos. He was talking about his daughter and as he was talking I was trying to remember how old she was and then I was struck with silent horror that I had forgotten that she was Milos' age! Why hadn't that struck me immediately? I can only hope I am letting go of the resentment I felt towards every friend who had a baby that year we lost our first son and not that I am forgetting Milos.
Never.
