Life after the death of our baby, Toren. We grieve because we love.
Friday, November 22, 2013
We were driving past a playground today and my daughter wanted to stop and play there. I drove around and around the neighbourhood looking for parking but I couldn't find anything. Just before giving up and going home we found a spot. It had 35 minutes on the meter. It was perfect as we only had half an hour to play before we had to get home for piano lesson. When we got to the playground she immediately started climbing up and for no reason whatsoever I looked down. And saw this: