Another Monday

Not just another Monday

In fact, since Ava passed 18 months ago this is the 5th Monday the 11th…

9/11/17 – My heart shattered, unmendable.

12/11/17 – I didn’t want to go on, literally.

6/11/18 – I craved my child, with every cell in my body.

2/11/19 – My tears soaked my face, my shirt, and my heart.

3/11/19 – All of the above.

The next Monday the 11th will be 11/11/19. After all of the above, I’ll make a wish on 11/11 @ 11:11

So no, it’s not just another Monday.

Time is measured in any number of ways. For example, it’s been…

18 months

Or

78 weeks

Or

546 days

Or

63 million heartbeats

Or

12,614,400 breaths

I have physically FELT every passing moment, minute, heartbeat. I am keenly aware every day that time did not stand still. I am acutely aware that no matter what I must go on. At times these seem utterly impossible, other times they are distant thoughts.

Just another Monday will never be.