I want so badly for Keeghan's story to be written. Maybe while he was alive and I was writing all the time I let other people's comments about what a good writer I am go to my head. But I read the writing of other parents who have been through similar experiences and I think, "Wow . . . she writes so much better. How can I possibly think that I can do Keeghan justice?" His life and his story deserve the very best storyteller, and I guess today I'm having doubts about whether or not that is me. I miss him so much, and want him to come alive through my words, but I don't know if I'm good enough to do it.
I'm having a serious self doubt day. Can you tell?
Also, the two little girls that I spoke about in yesterday's post? Well, one of them died yesterday. The other died today.
So much sadness in this world. I only hope that all of these fabulous children are having a good time where they are now.