On the eve of your sister's passing, you are asleep in my arms as I lay in the recliner in the dark living room. It's way past bed time. You've been a out for a while now, soft music playing in the background, the perfect soundtrack to he rhythm of your breathing.
I could lay you down in bed but then I wouldn't be holding you and right now, all I want in the world is to hold you.
I never want to let you go.
And certainly not tonight.
I am mama of three beautiful babes; two sons whom I have the privilege of raising and my daughter who lived for 33 sacred days.