One of the hardest parts is when you forget he’s gone, then you are re-shocked as you remember.
Like making way too much spaghetti or seeing his truck and thinking, "Oh good, Jon’s home."
Wondering if I should wake Jon for church Sunday.
On one of the thank you notes I included his signature.
And times of remembering what we have lost. Going to a restaurant and remembering last time we were here we sat on the other side and we were a family of 4. A family of 3 seems so small. And that my sister’s new baby is never going to know her cousin Jonathan. We won’t get to take him to see Kung Fu Panda 2.
Missing you my sweet son!