The Nightmare Continues

I remain in a state of disbelief and I still pine for my lifeless son. I know that he cannot hear me and that he is not coming back, but what else am I to do?

Although we use Avi's room for guests and we make liberal use of his computer, we still face the painful task of giving away his clothes and some of his possessions. We procrastinate to delay the inevitable, increased pain.

I see Avi's classmates and I try to imagine what Avi would have looked like as a sixteen year old. How tall would he have been? How would his body have progressed toward manhood?

When I can, I'll post photos from each year of Avi's short life.