Fifteen years ago this evening, our world grew smaller.
Fifteen is a substantial chunk of time and has been weighing on me as the anniversary date of Robbie’s death approached. All the opportunities missed.
Others in our world have died from leukemia; others have miraculously received bone marrow transfusions and survived. I begrudge them nothing, but I admit to some jealousy.
We think of him daily and, of course, watch a movie, attend a con or ballgame, have a family get-together, and think, “He would have loved this.”
We miss our boy.