The finality of death is never really truly comprehended until you face it and stare down its gaping maw.  When I peer down the abyss I see that my little boy is gone forever from the mortal plane and will never, ever grace me with his physical presence ever again.  When I look around my home I see constant reminders of the life he lived for those brief 22 months.  I moved the couch the other day only to find one of his little cars that he no doubt left behind to pursue some other grand adventure and never, ever will play with again.  When I found it my initial reaction was to leave it there as it was something that connected him to me.  I did not want to “clean it up” as that symbolically would mean I am removing him even more from my world.  As time passes, … Read More