Obviously I have not been able to write. In fact, I have not been able to much of anything actually. The air is thick and it's difficult to breath. Walking through life... I might as well be trudging through mud. Nearly seven months have passed and I can see it in their eyes and in their actions; I can hear it in their voices... The world has moved on and grown weary of my misery.
I can't write about Willem in the way that I had promised. No power. No will.
I press my face in to the cold glass and hold it there; I kiss it. Eyes wet, I lift my face and stare at his photo. I miss him so much.
Willem -- only days before he was stricken with HLH -- leisurely walking, straw in mouth, not a care in the world. A healthy 9 year old boy.
