Momma is petrified. Time refuses to slow down. It refuses to stop short of your rapidly approaching Angel Anniversary. No matter how tightly I shut my eyes, or refuse to turn the calendar page, the months keep rolling on. But, I can't face the reality of a year - one whole year - without you.
We passed the 10-month mark this weekend on Saturday, November 26. Soon it will be December 26...the day after Christmas, and the 11-month mark. Then it will be January 26, 2012. One. Whole. Year. And the next day will be January 27, 2012. And we will be past the year of firsts. But, more significantly, we will no longer be able to say, "Do you remember what Peanut did this time last year?"
And then, before we know it, we will pass the milestone of 16.5 months without you. Suddenly we will face being without you longer than we had you. How can that be? How can it be that me, your Momma, will be without you longer than I was physically with you? How is it that I'm still alive, still here, living a life and planning a future while you're gone?
This reality struck me during a horribly long commute into the office today. Momma had over an hour to sit in her car, in traffic, to stew over these thoughts before even kicking off the work day. I've ben unable to shake these fears the rest of the day.
I've stared at one picture of you constantly...my brain is unwilling to let go of you, to believe something as beautiful and perfect as my Peanut is no longer on this earth, in my arms.
I miss you so desperately. To the moon and back, Peanut.