The one who wasn't there

The thing with grief is that it's never over. You get comfortable, you get used to what it feels like. And life happens, beautiful, happy moments like having a child, and it hits you: my son won't get to meet his only uncle. My brother will never hold him, and show him how things work. So today, for the anniversary of his death, I took my son to the cemetery to meet my brother.

And my boy celebrated his 3-month anniversary.

Weirdly enough (that's another thing you never expect in the beginning, when the loss still breaks you), it was a pretty good day, spent with people I love.