Tats for Ty
This one year anniversary has sucked the life out of me today. Lou and I have been going, going, going until today, and as usual the slowdown brought on severe sadness. We have been talking about Ty nonstop today. Moping around the house. Wiping silent tears. It always seems to hit us hardest when things are quiet (I guess that's why we so rarely quiet down in this busy, crazy, beautiful life). I start cleaning and organizing and I come across so many of his things. Like today, when I found his "guy" in a box of art supplies. A silly little green alien that he once got as a prize after getting his blood work at the hospital. He called the little green thing "my guy" and carried him around for weeks. I am so fearful of the day when I clean out a closet or a toy chest and don't find his drawings, or stickers, or a toy he once loved. Because those instances are becoming less and less one year...