its hard, it’s painful. It’s raw. My boy is gone. I miss him every second.
Today marks 3 years and 4 months. 40 months. It’s funny. I remember a few years ago talking with a family I know. The daughter and her dad were there. They lost their wife/ mom. I was asking joe everyone was and asked the young girl how her mom was. In that spilt second, I said her mom’s name. I felt awful. We carried on the conversation and I was upset. Fast forward, I, sadly, know how much I love hearing my son’s name, even if it’s a mistake. I love hearing stories about him I love sharing them too. Casey lives back here and I share stories of Cody all the time. He missed so much too. We are grieving as I’m sure we always will.
