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| Tommy and Papai assembling his activity table |
Although we are not really date people, today feels like a big day. It's big because a bereaved parent's fear is that their child will be forgotten by the world and even by them. Children, naturally, haven't had time to create a large social network, so the memory of their existence lies with close family and friends. And somehow today feels like crossing a threshold with respect to those memories.
I once told a friend that I feared the passage of time because each day took me farther away from my son, farther from my memory of him. He told me to think of each passing day as one day less to wait to be reunited with him.
I once told a friend that I feared the passage of time because each day took me farther away from my son, farther from my memory of him. He told me to think of each passing day as one day less to wait to be reunited with him.
Tommy, you won't be forgotten -- ever!
-Papai
