I can feel it coming, memoires triggered far more easily, and it feels like a countdown. I continue to dwell on those final days, as Robbie grew more tired and then that final day.
Fourteen years is a chunk of time, more than half his time with us. This year it feels weightier and despite the summer sun, my mood turns gloomy and somber.
His absence continues to be felt daily in ways large and small. I continue to delight in seeing what his friends are up to and how his various namesakes are developing.
I miss my boy. I miss seeing the man he was becoming. I miss the possibilities.