Stupidly, I thought the razor-edge of this sadness and grief would begin to soften by now. Instead, time simply serves as a reminder of how much I miss you, all the things you will never get to experience, and the fact that you are forever frozen at 16.5 months.
Seven weeks and still, no real answers. How does a healthy, strong little boy go to sleep one night and never wake up?
How do I honor the light, love, and magic you turned on inside me, our families, friends, and everyone who ever met you? Maybe it starts here. At least through sharing your smile and laughter.