Before the accident, when I read or heard about someone else's child dying suddenly from an accident, illness, overdose, suicide or war, I couldn't even begin to imagine the pain those parents were feeling or the sadness and grieving they were going through. Honestly, you can't imagine... your brain just can't go there. In your wildest imagination, such a loss is so overwhelming it just doesn't compute.
4 weeks ago today and I still can't comprehend or imagine. How can I have a son every day for 9104 days, 18 hours, 12 minutes and the very next sweep of the second hand, he's gone?