Remembrances of Ollie

Today is six months.

That does not seem possible.

Each day, Bekka and I are learning to live life without our little guy and both of us are emotionally at a better place than even a month ago. They say that time is the great healer - and that is true. It doesn't mean we don't spontaneously break down in tears sometimes or that we don't have days where it's hard to simply get going in the morning, but it's better.

Last year around this time things started getting rougher for the three of us. I read that post now and it's amazing how naive yet prescient it seems. I barely remember Ollie having such a rough go of it that early. I think this is mostly because it was so very bad later on. In February of last year, I only had an academic idea of what we were in for. Two months later we'd have our first trip to the hospital. 4 months after that, Ollie would be gone.

We miss him terribly, but we surely do not miss the damn disease.

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I want to once again thank all of the wonderful people that helped us through our year of joy and pain. We could not have cared for our little boy and kept our sanity and our hearts intact without the love and assistance from so many. Ollie's life provides the world such a great example of an "us" society rather than a "me" society. It's so important to remember that we are all on this ship together.

You know who you are and you are all beautiful people.