I've slowed down on the question of the week because frankly I've run out of intelligent questions to ask. So please, if you have any questions you'd like answered, feel free to let me know and I will post it.
This time the question is this:
My son Logan died at the end of January on a sunny bright and bitterly cold day. I often find myself fearing the coming winter. Will it throw me deeper into depression? Will all bitter cold sunny days just remind me of his death even more? Perhaps its the one year mark looming on the horizon. Whatever it is, I find that I am leery of this coming winter. Just another reminder. So, I am wondering, do any of you feel the same way? If your child died in the summer, do you find that summer time is often hard for you to go through? Winter, fall or spring? If so, and you've been through a few...when did you start to realize that the time of year was less and less of a significance?
If you choose to answer this question on your own blog, don't forget to leave us a link so that we can see your answer. :)