Yesterday was the three year anniversary of our Jack’s death.
We visited the cemetery in the morning before heading back to Utah after our Christmas vacation. It was a beautiful morning and we were all in high spirits. When we arrived to Jack’s headstone, we found some other visitors there as well.
We all got a good chuckle about that.
We spent the rest of the day driving back to Utah, and Adam and I shared some thoughts and memories about that day three years ago. The grief wasn’t quite so strong, however, for either of us. In fact, Jack’s birthday was a lot more emotional for me then this death anniversary.
For me, I think it’s just a toss of a coin whether or not Jack’s death date is an extremely difficult day for me. Sure, it’s a sad, sad, day. And I don’t look forward to it. At ALL. But, I could wake up on any given day of the year and just be totally devastated and heartbroken about losing my son. Yesterday morning, I woke up still riding on the shirt tails of my sweet Jane’s first birthday, so this anniversary, I was at peace.
Three years is a long time to miss your baby though, and we sure do miss Jack. I wish he was here with us. I think he would have a pretty happy life with us. I am certain he checks in on his family from time to time and he knows how very much we love him. One year down until we meet again.