Each day I read last years post.  Counting down the days of his life. Searching for meaning.  Something I have missed.  Like an addict looking for a hit.  I want to see something.  I long for just a glimpse.  It consumes me; if I let it.  How I want to touch or feel something connected to him.  These final days of his life.  He would live for 19 more days.  That is it.  I didn't know. My son. Full of hope; a future.  We were mourning the loss of our puppy. Still grieving my mom,  my parents dog,  my dad's ... View Post