August 28

Still pains me… the thing that triggered it was when I saw July 31.  I remember writing that on a piece of paper because I wanted to monitor and really have my documentation of the sequence of events of the 3^rdtrial feeding of Baby Duc.  I miss him so much… I hate this feeling.  I feel so desolate.  Again, I ask the question why it had to happen.  I love him so much but he just had to go back to Papa Jesus.  I had a talk with Mae and she was brave enough to just say if I need anyone to talk to, she’s there.  I talked about it so clinically so that I won’t burst into tears…  I want to cry… just to let it all out.  when my mind goes back to those days, I feel so hopeless.  I don’t know what God has in store for us… what I’ve been getting from the bible and daily readings is just to make sure that my insides are clean.  I guess inside I’m a mess.  I have all these negative/bad thoughts?  I need to clean them.  I don’t know.  I want to run… to escape.  I want to be given big work to do so that I can focus on that.  I miss him so much… He would have been 2.5 months and probably can carry his head.  I hate this.  why pa rin??  It hurts so much.