Ah, my son, my precious boy... Today is nine months since your precious little body emerged from mine in an explosion of emotion and an outpouring of love. I held you, cradled you, talked to you... The memories, though sad at times, are some of the happiest of my life. Nine months ago... And then, almost as quickly as you entered it, you were gone, transformed into a new life, and now, on All Saint's Day, on the Day of the Dead, on this day after Halloween, when many believe that the souls of those who have left us return for a visit, I mourn your passing and celebrate your life, the months we had with you before we ever held your delicate skin and kissed your sweet face, and the moments we had embracing you and holding you near us.
How I miss you. How each moment is an eternity without you. How each step is a forced one because you are not here. How, oh how, I love you. With all that I am and ever will be.