05/22/2013

I cannot believe it has already been a week since we said our final good bye to Mac. I miss him every day, think of him every minute, and love him every second of every day. I would give anything to just be able to hold him one more time. There are moments in the day when I feel motivated to continue the work he started of living every moment of every day seeing the joy and love in it. Then there are moments when I walk into his room and can still smell him and feel him. Every day for the split second when I wake up, before I remember the last month, I think he is still here with us. Then I become crippled with fear for a future without him and pain for what we have lost. I know he is flying around up in heaven in his Iron Man costume doing all of the things cancer robbed him of doing in the last 16 months of his life. I just wish I could hear him tell me he is happy and that the choices we made for him were the right ones. I never expected to feel all of the guilt that comes with child loss. Guilt over lost moments that phones and computers could have been put down to watch SpongeBob, guilt over not being able to pick myself up at times to show Liam we will be ok, and guilt over trying to put together a life without him. Mac is the first person I talk to every morning and the last person every night. He is the person who completed our family and showed us all the true meaning of being a hero. I miss him so much it is unbearable at times, but the time we had with him was a gift that I would not trade for anything in the world.