Although I have never been asked how long it will take for me to get over the loss of Parker, it doesn’t mean they aren’t thinking it. My answer will forever be never, as I’m sure every bereaved parent's answer would be. I know I am not the same person. I will never be who I was. To try and figure out why I can’t do certain things anymore is like trying to figure out dark matter. Everyone who knows me knows about the “old Kim”. She is gone. She left as soon as I knew I would never see, feel, kiss, smell, hug, or be with my son again. Some days are better than others, but it’s always there, like a pit in your stomach that something’s not right. It’s constant because knowing he is gone will never go away. His absence is felt in every cell in my body. It has been 870 days without him.
I love you forever, Bud.
