Today, Robbie would have turned 35. A substantive number. His friends are married, raising families of their own. His favorite nurses have all moved on with their careers and lives.
For numerous reasons, such as recently losing our dog Albert and other medical issues scattered throughout the family, I am feeling his loss more acutely than normal.
I continue to wonder about the man who would have become, the career and mate he would have chosen. The live he would have led. No doubt, whatever I imagine would be trumped by things I never would have considered and that’s fine. Life’s surprises are not always bad ones.
I miss the kid.