Weeping Willow

I've always like the weeping willow tree. For a short time we had a weeping willow at a place that I lived when I was a kid. We moved after only a few months, but I still remember playing under the tree. It was like I was deep in an enchanted forest or something. Tonight, I sort of feel like a weeping willow. The last few days I've been living somewhere between denial and anger. Tonight I've started the sad part of the process. The grieving. True, there is no confirmation that Kmom has changed her mind; but in my heart I know it is merely a matter of time. How odd to grieve someone I never had. A baby that I never held. A love that I have never expressed. But, I do. My heart hurts .... oh God it hurts!