In remembrance of Violette Noelle

BREATHE

Today is the day

Breathe.

Today there is a mother and father who quietly mourns and wonder if they will ever find the thread to mend their broken hearts.

Parents who mourn long after every one else has moved on.

Parents who must remember to breathe through the hurt and push past the pain to appreciate what still remains.

Breathe.

It is a lonely day today.

Your Mother and Father miss you Sprout.

More every damn day it seems.

Breathe.