Missing him so much.

December 29, 2006, at 6:43 in the evening, you slipped away with one last gentle breath. I knew the moment you were gone. That day changed everything. It was the most painful day your dad and I have ever known. And still, somehow, we found a quiet sense of peace in knowing your struggle was over and that pain no longer touched you. I remember holding you, memorizing the feel of you in my arms, moving slowly through the room because I wasn't ready to say goodbye. Time seemed to stand still, as if letting go might make the loss real. Walking out of the hospital for the last time felt unreal, like leaving a piece of my heart behind. How could the world keep moving when you were no longer in it? I'll never forget the small details. The room, the sounds, the view outside and the weather. Logan, you are forever a part of me. Thank you for allowing me to be your mother. I can't wait to be reunited with you one day and raise you in a perfect world.