Here comes another one

Another month will pass tomorrow. 8 months. 8 freaking months. I can not believe it has been that long. We should be watching Jack learn to hold himself up, maybe start to crawl, and explore new things. Instead I am mourning my dead son for yet another month. It hurts. It hurts so much. I just can't believe how time has passed and it hasn't gotten any easier. Yes days go by and I don't cry or it's easier to laugh but the pain is still so fresh and it just won't go away. I should have an 8 month old son.