Yesterday, we have been 6 months without Mason. My God, I don’t know how we have gotten this far.
It seems like it was yesterday I was dropping him off at Nana’s house.
It seems like a thousand years since I’ve seen his goofy smile.
Another shitty memory for this very weekend. Yesterday was the preliminary due date for our 3rd child. I should be home or at the hospital right now holding a brand new baby. Today is not a school day, so Mason should be right there with me. Should be 5 of us. Now it is only 3.
I’m just completely lost. It amazes me that people can just continue on with their lives. Other than just surviving day to day and taking care of my wife and daughter, I don’t know how to pick up and move on.
I have barely survived the past 6 months. How the hell am I supposed to survive the next 30, 40 or 50 years?