There will always be a hole in our lives where he used to be, but he won’t be forgotten.
We bid another son goodbye on Thursday, and I’m finally numb enough that I can write a little about it.
I asked for photos of the flower arrangements. We kept the little blue teddy bear. I cried as Rhys and I gave Brandon a last cuddle. After a while – an eternity that felt like it went by too quickly – we tucked him into the last little box he’ll ever sleep in.