How can it possibly have been five years since I last held my son? Time is awfully relentless. Wow.
This photo was taken just days before he decided that he'd had about enough of his limited life here with us. I can't say I blame him for that, but...well, it would have been nice if he could have said something first. But then, it would have been nice if he could ever have said anything, at all.
Anyway, I sure hope he's OK, wherever he is right now.
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I was just thinking about Quinn today. Even though we've never met, you and he are never far from my thoughts.
My thoughts are with you, Deb and big sister H. as you all continue with your memories of Quinn.
don't think people who haven't gone what you've gone through can fully understand. i got a taste of it, but it was 2nd-hand.
prayers to you and your family.
I don't think I have seen a picture before. He was really beautiful. Good luck.
My Jake would have been 12 this year. There are never any promises in life.
Hugs
Sweet baby. Love those little walnut hands.
Can't even begin to imagine it, but your writing certainly helps.
That little guy was cool as anything. A badass. I never met him, but I love it when you write about him.
Really? Five years? Doesn't seem that long. My thoughts are with your family tonight.
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