Now, the wounds are scars. The pain is dull and takes its place among the day-to-day routine of work and raising a 4 year old. It's still there, but it's no longer as sharp and consuming as it once was. It's hard to believe that if you were with us, you'd be in second grade now. Do they still teach cursive here? Would you be struggling to write that stupid capital "Q"? What would you be reading? What would you be asking for for Christmas? What would life be like?
We let Dean pick out a toy for Toys for Tots in your honor, but I don't think he's really aware, yet, of the fact that he had a big brother. When Iccarus died earlier this year, he began ask about death. He asked about you and what it all means. It's hard to tell him when you don't really understand yourself.
Things keep moving and the world keeps changing, but you're always in our hearts and we miss you. We love you.