Ten years ago today, my son died.
You can read about it here and here and here.
I'd like to say that I'm able to dedicate my entire day to thinking about him and looking at his pictures, but I can't do much because the living kids are demanding my attention.
Mac's first day of school is today, and Kaz left for some sort of male bonding thing with school, (all the grade 7's go away for a few days to get to know each other and start off the school year.) And Julius wants to be fed and cuddled and hugged and play with me.
I am going to go visit his grave now, and tidy it up, and leave some flowers.
Sometimes it feels like yesterday and sometimes it feels like a million years ago. Mostly, it just feels like it happened to someone else.
I never thought I would terminate a pregnancy. No one ever does I guess.