how I miss him, when I hear him singing to himself while I'm talking to my mom and he's playing with his cars and trucks and jeeps and trains and excavators and tractors and street sweepers and...and...and....It's rough, it's heartbreaking, it's harder then words can describe to not see his little face, reach out and hug him, hold him close, sing goodnight songs my little lover of John Denver and Bob Marley, then listen to him breath while he's asleep next to me. We'll be together soon. I am so lucky to have my parents to watch over him while I am healing, my head knows it but it's my heart that is the part having a hard time dealing with you being gone.
