I can't believe its been 8 years.

Sometimes it catches me off guard when I'm at the store and I find myself looking at clothes you'll never wear, or the park and a little dark haired boy walks by, or just in general. I think of you. Of how you'd look all grown up. Your laugh. Your smile.

Most days I'm ok, but then there are days like today when the pain is just as fresh as the day I lost you.

I went to the cemetery today, and someone had left flowers. It made me think of all the people you never got a chance to know or them you. It breaks my heart all over again.

I don't cry or feel sorry for myself everyday, but I always remember you. Always.

Happy Birthday son, I love you.