I keep waking up with this broken heart.  It hurts so bad.  I feel sick to my stomach all day long and the emptiness inside me grows and grows.  I MISS MY LITTLE BOY!  He was just a baby. He should be here with me now, not buried in the ground.  His picture has been in my mind all morning.  A smirky little smile on his face.  Just about to start crawling.  I think my sadness might kill me, sometimes I hope it will.  It hurts so bad to have to be here without him.