.home.

He’s home… There are simply no words to describe the heartache of picking your baby up from a funeral home, cradling a box, with a teeny tiny urn tucked inside, to your heart as you make your way to the car. There is no new car seat to install, no reason to ride in the backseat, just the cold lump in your stomach, the gaping hole in your heart. Today I’m almost as broken, as sad, as empty as I was 23 days ago. Today is not a good day.