On Sunday my Husband and I mad a grave blanket for my son's grave. I came out beautiful. My stepmother met us at the grave as we laid it down.

My husband and stepmother cried there eyes out. At that point I felt nothing.

Today I feel overwhelmed with grief and depression. The house is too quiet. I just don't want to move. Nothing seems worth doing.
I have a digital photo frame that keeps playing different photos of my son over and over. It just seems impossible that he is gone !!!