Last year, on this day, a double meaning sprang to this mournful day. It was the first anniversary of my cousin's death. It was the end of our pursuit of a child.
As I sat in a memorial mass for B, I cried. And it was as much for missing him, as it was for missing my unborn child(ren).
Today, I will remember them both again while I play the song that reminds me of B.
**At least my emotions today will be my own and not even slightly drug induced.**