One last time...

I have felt that I should post one last time around Declan's birthday. So many people supported me through the last two years and I felt I owed you all a huge thank you.

I probably have said this a ridiculous amount of times, but I will never forget the kindness afforded to me and my family.

Grief isn't something that you can plan for and when it strikes it takes your breath away.

So many moments I bit my trembling lips, fought back fruitlessly the stinging tears, and blurted out my pain...and yet you listened.  No awkwardness.  Just love.

You all know who you are...or at least I hope you do.

Dropping by flowers.

Bring me ice cream.

Running with me.

Hugging me.

Gave me a necklace in memory of Declan.

Admitting that you don't know what to say, but you care.

Remembering my baby.

Treating my pain as your own.

Listening.

Reminding me that I am still thought of.

Never making me feel a like burden.

Making blankets.

Offering to raise money for my little project.

Sitting with me.

Taking pictures of my baby.

Bring me a blanket to hold when I needed it.

Calling to see how I was.

Sending a text just at the right time.

I have never been alone.  Though this experience could make someone feel so very alone.

I have been very blessed.

Even though my son wasn't allowed to stay and I wish every day I could hold him - even one last time...I was sent angels to help me through this.  You all answered the call and I will never be able to thank you!