We had occasion to visit Robbie’s grave for the first time in a few years, but we cut it short since there was a joyous internment occurring several feet away. Still, it was good to be there.
Time continues to tick by. We finally got to meet Robbie Santiago, the third child named in his honor. He’s adorable, of course, and it sparked all sorts of what ifs in my mind.
My mind continues to dwell on those final days and I find myself always thrown back to 2008 whenever a story involves leukemia or children dying. Other times, I am caught up short by something that triggers memories. And this year, for whatever reason, I find myself more keenly aware of mortality, the sense that my remaining years may well be counted on my fingers and toes (or not, who can say).
Life would be so much richer were he still with us and I continue to contemplate on the path his life would have taken.