Our son, Will, died three years ago today. Like today, it was a sunny and unseasonably warm. Like today, our hearts were heavy.
Will was a good boy who had to endure too much in his 89 days on Earth. He never left the hospital, but made us happy and exposed us to an unconditional love that we didn't know existed and are tapping still today.
Loss is unpredictable. The days you think are going to be the worst often aren't. We are thinking about him a lot, but aren't planning anything special. We try to mark the anniversaries of his birth and survive the anniversaries of his death. Today, we're just holding Hope and bathing in her smiles.
It's true what they say: It gets easier with time, but you are never completely the same. We're happy Will is at peace, but miss him and wish he could've known his beautiful sister who looks less like him every day. So if you think about it today, say a prayer, pause, reflect on something nice, raise a glass or eat an extra scoop of ice cream to our mighty Will.