We put one foot in front of the other. We eat, we sleep, we go to work. We do all the things we have to in order to make it through the minutes of each day. For other people, the grief has settled into something less painful. But for your Pops and me, it is a looming black hole that threatens to swallow us whole. It is with that horrible weight of sorrow we try to move forward each day. Your name on my lips, and in my heart each and every minute of everyday, I try so hard to honor you, but it is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I don't know if I can.
Memories and thoughts of our son...our best friend.
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