scrappinmom
WDW, DL & DLP - up next ???
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PJ that's some powerful thinking....what a huge amount of responsibility you have on a daily basis....all I have to worry about is what to feed my kids for breakfast right now....As someone who has loads of family living in and around nyc, thank you. You definetely deserve a DISNEY trip my friend!!!!!
Jen - Happy belated bday - hope it was great
Today's a pretty hard day for me. It would have been Patricks 9th birthday. I dont know why, but every year, I think it's gonna get easier, and every August 12th I'm slammed and feel the exact same way I felt 9 years ago. the next 33 hours are so brutally painful for me. He lives from 2:08pm today until 10:32 tomorrown night. I mean I completely accept it, and am actually grateful for everything my son taught me in those 33 hours. I can honestly say I see my life as before 8/12/98 and after. I am a different person. I'm grateful as hell for my girls, I mean I absolutely suck at having babies....the fact that they're here, and the 3 of us are alive is a miracle, I know that. but I still have the nagging, sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I'll never get to raise a boy. does that make sense? I mean I'm grossed out by bugs, hate race cars & watching baseball....but I still miss having that chance? We're going to the cemetary today for our traditional balloon release. We'll do 9 red balloons and the girls will each pick out a special one (probably Pooh - that was his nursery). We'll buy a cake, and sit at the cemetary and have our own little party...but then that's it. that's all I get. no birthday presents, no power ranger parties, nothing.
thanks for listening you guys. sometimes it feels better to just write (or int his case) type your thoughts down.
Jen - Happy belated bday - hope it was great

Today's a pretty hard day for me. It would have been Patricks 9th birthday. I dont know why, but every year, I think it's gonna get easier, and every August 12th I'm slammed and feel the exact same way I felt 9 years ago. the next 33 hours are so brutally painful for me. He lives from 2:08pm today until 10:32 tomorrown night. I mean I completely accept it, and am actually grateful for everything my son taught me in those 33 hours. I can honestly say I see my life as before 8/12/98 and after. I am a different person. I'm grateful as hell for my girls, I mean I absolutely suck at having babies....the fact that they're here, and the 3 of us are alive is a miracle, I know that. but I still have the nagging, sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I'll never get to raise a boy. does that make sense? I mean I'm grossed out by bugs, hate race cars & watching baseball....but I still miss having that chance? We're going to the cemetary today for our traditional balloon release. We'll do 9 red balloons and the girls will each pick out a special one (probably Pooh - that was his nursery). We'll buy a cake, and sit at the cemetary and have our own little party...but then that's it. that's all I get. no birthday presents, no power ranger parties, nothing.

thanks for listening you guys. sometimes it feels better to just write (or int his case) type your thoughts down.