They told us that there would be a year of ‘firsts’.
First Easter without Mason
First Vacation without Mason
First Birthday without Mason
First Christmas without Mason
First New Year without Mason
First October 12, 2012 without Mason
I could go on and on.
Today makes 6 months since we buried my little man. Exactly 6 months ago, right now, I’m in the car headed over to the funeral home to tell my best friend, my little shadow, goodbye.
It’s hard to imagine it. Seems like just yesterday, he was here with me. Now it’s been six months since I’ve seen his face. I know it’s weird, but the smell of things in his room have faded. I used to be able to sniff his pillow and pick up his scent. But no more. Everything is fading. The other day, for a brief moment, I couldn’t remember what his voice sounded like. It’s not the first time it’s happened, but it’s scary every time. I panicked. I thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown. Then it came back to me and I was able to regain my composure. What little I have left, anyway.
I sure miss you, son. I Love You, Little Buddy!!!!