Happy Birth Month

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day.  It's also the day I have assigned to be my son's birthday.  If his grandmother hadn't forced his murder, he would have been born in February 1973.

A long time ago, I assigned Valentine's Day as his birthday.  No one knows this and no one knows what my heart goes through on that day.  This post is the first time I have spoken of this or shared the bracelet I bought, quite a few years ago.

Valentine's Day and this memory bracelet are all I have of my son.  My heart is consumed with the loss.  I don't know how to explain the depths of the damage that abortion does to women.

On this day and everyday, I honor my son and hold his memory close.

Happy Birth Month, my son.