I don’t know if there’s a specific season that reminds me of my son. He was born in May, but the Fall is where I have the clearest memories of him, it’s also when I lost him. It used to be my favorite season, now I can’t wait until it’s over…
'How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.'
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He looks like a twin of my son in this picture. I just want to pick him up and hold him. It’s seriously such a peaceful picture. I was in a party store recently looking for something and I saw the same whistle that is in Benny’s picture from last Halloween. I cried. I don’t think a Halloween will go by that I don’t think about your little kiddos. I hope this goes by as fast as possible for you guys this year, but also that you hold on tight to those most vivid of happy memories. This picture says it all.
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