I've been remembering you all day. All month actually. There is the Walk To Remember on the 30th with the Grief Support Group from the hospital, and your siblings and I will be there.
I'm taking care of mostly 2 1/2 year olds this year in preschool, and somedays, it really makes me miss you, my own little 2 and a half year old. I imagine that you would have brown hair, but curly, like your brother. And you would be short, like your oldest sister (and your mommy and daddy too!) And beautiful hazel eyes like your other sister.
I imagine that you would be throwing fits sometimes like the other two year olds. I imagine that you would love to paint like the two year olds. I imagine that you would love to give hugs like the other two year olds.
So when I look at my family, it helps me build a picture of what you would look like. And when I look at the little children, it helps me build a picture of how you would act. It really helps me to build that picture of you in my mind.
Except for sometimes.
And then sometimes, it makes me so sad that it is only just a picture. And that I'll never get to see what you would look like as a two year old. Or how you would act as a two year old.
I love you. And I remember you. Always.
