Today was the day two moths ago when the best day of my life turned into the worst. My sweet little boy got his wings. I used to love the song "If I die young.." by The Band Perry.... I suppose because I never had a tragedy to compare it to... but now I do. And I just can't seem to find the will to sing to it anymore. Now "If heaven wasn't so far away" by Justin Moore is more my style. I'd sing about dying young if I didn't know about it first hand too... or if I could, say, make enough money to find a way back in time so that I could just see him again. But unfortunately, it will never happen. So, I'll just have to soldier on and hope that my story helps one person learn of the risks of CMV and hopefully stop it. It was too late for my sweet Connor... you'd think since I worked in day care for 3 years that I would have heard about contracting CMV... but I didn't. So today... it's time to pick myself up.
Going job hunting. Wish me luck.
K
Going job hunting. Wish me luck.
K