This was the first picture I shared after you died. All of the milk my body was producing in a single pumping session. Milk for Thea. Milk for you.
My head and my heart knew you were gone but my breasts did not know. For weeks after your death I continued to produce enough milk for two babies. I cried every time I pumped. I cried for you. I cried for Thea. I cried for my body for it was constantly reminding me that you were gone.
Weeping eyes. Weeping heart. Weeping breasts.