Wednesday, March 26, 2014

It's been 103 days

I'm picking up a deck of cards that's strewn all over the floor.
Solly: Mommy, I didn't do that.
Me: who did?
Solly: Sammy.

It's been 103 days and Solly has turned Sammy into his imaginary friend. He still yells at us to "bring Sam here," especially when he's overtired.

It's been 103 days. Solly has discovered Sammy's stash of pajamas:

It's been 103 days and one of Sammy's socks showed up in the clean laundry basket today:

It's been 103 days and I cry in the car.

It's been 103 days and kids with cancer are in the news.

It's been 103 days and I'm still counting days.

It's been 103 days and I wonder sometimes if it was all just a dream....
The famous Crocs and Black Socks combo -- at RonMac
I remember wanting this picture of his Crocs and Socks but he was looking back saying "don't take that picture, mom!"
Sponge Bob pj's in his last few days...with mismatched socks...oh, how I miss this boy


  1. Sammy is Solly's *real* friend -- in his heart and very much on his he is for all of you...and for so, so many of us.

    xoxo from NYC.

  2. you are in our thoughts and prayers. solly is just adorable in sammy's pj's. sending hugs and warmth.

  3. Keeping the dream alive, thanks to you--and Solly. Real tears, real love.

  4. 103 days... I would still be counting, too.

  5. Your counting--of everything--makes so much sense to me. I read every post, but don't often comment. This post--with those PJS and everything. . . Well, they all hit me, but this hit me the hardest.

  6. My father dreamed of his brother, and they had conversations for the longest time. Solly may really be in touch with Sammy when asleep.

  7. I'm so sorry for your loss. I'm sitting here with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat. We've had our fair share of operations and hospital stays with my oldest son, but nothing like this. My thoughts and prayers are with you. Thank you for sharing so honestly.

  8. Weeping with you, again, still, always.