While I was pregnant I seemed like a puzzle box. "put together, in its place, ready to be opened"
The moment IzzyJane left this world
is the moment the box opened and the pieces came crumbling out.
I feel like the box got thrown away and I have no way of putting the pieces together
Starting with the edges always seems like the best way to start.
those things consisted of being with my close family friends;
going on trips
getting released from church callings
crying crying and more crying
starting the foundation
doing the festival of tree
no matter what i do to put these peices back together it'll never be complete
no matter what i do to i'll never be complete
a piece is gone...gone from this world forever
a piece I will not forget, nor the PAIN that came from that peice.
somedays i feel like the puzzle gets all scrambled up again, like someone came and messed it all up.
somedays i feel like puzzel is done...but that last peice is missing
no matter what i'll never be complete i have a huge hole in my heart, in my life.
danny and I go places and it seems so weird to walk in and not have our baby
it's like no one knows.... they still see that package "put together, in its place"
Life is a puzzle, and we are all have peices that we try to put back together.
It's hard, tricky, frustrating and all together not very fun!
5 years ago