... Two Years ...

Today marks the second anniversary of my brother’s death. I can not believe it has been two years since his passing. Some day’s it feels like the accident happen just yesterday while other day’s it feels like it happen a lifetime ago. So much has changed over these last two years in my life. I have gotten married to the man of my dreams, have a wonderful job and we are now expecting a sweet baby girl. I hope Dylan is smiling down on me from Heaven proud of the life I have been living. I can’t wait to hold my baby girl and talk to her about heaven and her uncle Dylan. It will be a wonderful feeling holding her knowing she was just with him. I can’t wait to feel her sweet spirit. The first year after Dylan’s passing I remember counting the months and reliving the night of the accident in my dreams. I remember waking up bawling in the middle of the night. The pain in my heart being to much to handle. But over the second year I have stopped counting the months, the nightmares have gone away and I have been able to enjoy my life. The pain is still there no doubt but the constant ache is gone. I feel so blessed that Dylan and I were able to make the memories that we did over the six years he was on this earth. He brought joy and light into the lives of everyone who knew him. I think about his sweet smile and warm hugs everyday. I still wish for just one more day with him. His passing has taught me to never take things for granted. Always tell those you care about that you love them, and never stress about the little things. Over the next two years I hope that I can be the best mom to my little girl and always remember that we are not promised tomorrow.