Depressing is the thought, Ezra was alive for 8 and a half weeks, and now he's been dead for longer. I miss him, sometimes I can't look at his pictures and sometimes I can't take my eyes away. Everything has a really encouraging quality and at the same time memeories, pictures, tangible things and memorials are extremely depressing. Reminders of his life and reminders of his death are the same things.
Blogging isn't working tonight. I'm just blue. I miss my baby boy!