That day, almost exactly one year ago. It was a Friday. One that should have been relaxed, and exhausting, and focused on the boy (now just shy of one year). Instead, it was…indescribably… nightmarish.
For the last year, I haven’t been able to think about Ervin’s birth, or his birthday, without thinking of you and how you should have been there. And everywhere since then. A big hole is missing in our family.
I hope that someday, the first thing that comes to mind when I think of you isn’t that day in the hospital. I hope that I can think of the good memories, and not just the unfairness of it all.
I hope I can picture you sitting with Ivy last Valentine’s Day, helping her make her valentines, picking out the stickers and writing her name for her.
I hope I can hear you tell your nieces that their purple dresses were the prettiest green ones you’ve ever seen.
I hope I can remember you taking it all in, chuckling to yourself, storing it away to give me a hard time about it later.
I hope I can see you pulling up in the driveway in that big, black car, a few minutes late to every gathering because you were working late and had to clean yourself up.
I don’t want you to be the uncle Ervin never got to meet, the missing guy in our group.
You’re the doting dad to your three. The oldest son.
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