For the last eleven years, I have been writing poems in memory of my son. But this year it is a little different. I tried to write something and nothing was going right. Instead I painted a rock and I placed it below the memorial tree, an dwarf Alberta spruce that we planted when we move to Vernon. This tree has been relocated to the backyard and I could see it directly from my sewing room. There's no explanation that I can provide why I never could write a poem. It doesn't mean I am not hurting anymore, it doesn't mean we have forgotten and definitely not because we don't miss him anymore. I am a little sad because I decided to quit blogging as of today.
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