Every morning Jhon wakes up a few minutes ahead of me. He gets up and goes straight to our darling Marcus' sanctuary. It doesn't fail, I hear him say, "Good morning baby!" His voice bleak yet faintly happy. Then he lights his candle and Papa Jaime's as well. It breaks my heart every time. He sounds like he is talking to our baby, just sleeping in his crib. Oh what could've been.
This has become our daily routine. This is how we cope. We watch his video everyday, we listen to his music. It gives us comfort.
At night before turning in, we let Marcus' candle die down. Then Jhon switches on his lamp and we say goodnight to our baby.
I miss our little Angel so much it hurts. It's one of those days. My heart feels extra heavy. I eat because I need to but the food is tasteless. The only thing we seem to have appetite for is sweets. Chemical imbalance is what Jhon and I call it.
Oh our baby Marcus...
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