This Thanksgiving, my son Gabriel should have been 10 weeks old.
Instead, this Thanksgiving was the 3 week anniversary of his death.
November 6th, 2014, we woke up to get ready for our day, and Gabriel didn't. There is an abyss waiting for me in that moment, waiting to swallow me.
Fortunately, this guy's watching over his daddy. Maybe it's just me, but that looks like a guy who gets his way. "Really, dad? Despair? You know where I am!"
I know son. Doesn't make me miss you less.