Weekends are hard, our days are not as structured and so the "loose" time makes us miss Jack so much more. He would have been in the yard today, with his Da helping fix the sprinklers and trimming trees. Or would he have been helping his mommy clean out the cars. Probably a little bit of both.
It is hard to imagine that he was here just a year ago and now he isn't. His spirit is so strong, we miss him so much. I hate to think that this time next year, I can't say, "he was here a year ago.".
We were probably still full of hope doing our Sunday routine of laundry, mass and the like. The hospital is quiet on a Sunday, keeping the status quo. The weather is probably changing in Boston, no longer humid but now a bit of chill in the air. I remember this time last year and how I had no clothes and no shoes for the cold weather.
I miss having hope.
I miss taking care of Jack.
I miss him so much.
Our lives will never be the same.
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