Hospice came and picked up his equipment the day after he passed so I hate sitting in the house staring at the place where he used to be yet being outside, where I am reminded that life goes on, is just as hard. Every time I see a blonde headed little boy I have to choke back my tears. It's hard to keep up a brave front when all I want to do is curl up in a ball and cry.
I miss you Kaleb!!!!