Justice from the Shadows

Up until that moment, the hardest thing I did was bury my husband and son. It didn’t prepare me, however, for the agony of packing away our child’s belongings. Everything I touched had a memory. From the crib that Ryan and I spent weeks shopping for to the first pair of booties I knitted myself. Every item evoked an image that burned itself in my mind.

As I ran my fingers over the careful stitches of a yellow blanket my mother made for RJ, it became too much to deal with. My hand shook, and the tears fell. Again.