This is me and Mommy at the Purim Ball. Caryn Pass just gave me this and a lot of pictures of Jack from school that I will put on here.
God, I am missing you a lot lately. It is a different kind of missing though. It keeps changing the longer you've been gone. Hard to explain.
Joe keeps asking about you every day.
"Who are Henry's parents?"
"Where is Henry?"
"Why can't he come over."
I want to get out to the cememtery but there doesn't seem to be any time. We are heading to Aunt Jen's for Passover. We never went to St. Louis when you were alive. We went when Hannah was born and then nothing for 10 years. It was always too hard to go somewhere that wasn't a hospital or doctor's visit.
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