Over the last year, I have heard, They are in a better place, Grandma is holding them and rocking them, They get to play with the angels now, They are safe.
And while I believe that, it doesn't take away the pain. It doesn't take away the fact that I miss them so much.
I wouldn't ask them to return from where they are now. I wouldn't ask but I still wish things had turned out differently. I still wish I could hold them. I still wish I could have watched them grow.
I won't ask them to come back, I know they are in a better place. But I can't help but feel a little jealous of the ones who surround them now.