In a little over 2 weeks, Shane would be gone for 10 years. 10 years. A whole decade.
It literally feels like yesterday I held him. Felt his little arms around my neck. Watched him adjust his glasses and baseball call. Wiped his tummy from a Mic-Key button leak after hooking up gravity formula feedings from an IV bag. Listened to Sesame Street playing on the television all day. Tried to convince him to swallow just one bite of apple sauce. I can still hear him laughing. I can hear his little footsteps on the floor.
It feels like he was just here he is so deep in my heart. He always will be. I miss my son.
I'm not ready for the 10 year mark.