Some Years More Than Others

It's here again. September 5. It comes once a year, and it's been here 10 times for me now. It's a solemn...almost sacred day for Bobby and I.
We always talk about it. Some years more than others. This year very little, so far. It's still early.
Tears are still shed. Some years more than others for that, too.
It's a lonely day. Some years more than others.
One thing that is constant from year to year is that we miss our babe and believe in forever families.