Saturday, November 28, 2020

Fifteen Years Gone....

 Fifteen years seems like a lot, and sometimes it feels like a lot.

Other times it feels like yesterday.

We miss you, Quinn, and we wonder what kind of life you might be living now. How much fighting would you have done? Where would you be? You should be sixteen, not forever frozen in my heart and mind at fifteen months and two days.


Father and Son, early on

1 comment:

Roger Owen Green said...

Condolences, always.