Year One

With the one year anniversary of my son’s death having come and gone I feel a little bit defensive.  I’m afraid that there is an expectation that I should be “getting over it” by now.  I’m sure there will be that expectation at some point, but I haven’t gotten over it and I will never get over it. I’m doing my very best to move forward, but never will I move on.  If this makes you uncomfortable, I do not apologize.  My child’s death makes me uncomfortable (what a polite and politically correct way to say it) every moment of every day.