For 15 weeks I had two hearts,
but our son was ripped from my body with no explanation.
It is painful and hard to talk about
But this is a story I have to tell.
It starts happy, the happiest I have ever been.
The middle is dark and devastating, that is where I am right now.
The end. Is yet to be written.
Even though right now it feels like the end.
In my heart I know its not.
I know that I have to be strong,
for my husband,
but mostly for our son.
Who will always be apart of me.
This is for him.
I love you Graeme, forever