A toddler pulls your days along behind them. Cohen is a blur of forward momentum much of the time. Life must go on. And yet. I stood on the door step and received a pouch containing Odin's ashes today, as Cohen constructed paper rabbits above me. I managed to swallow back my tears, but only just.
This article has proven useful in helping us answer Cohen's questions as they surface. We have been open and honest. He is coping well. Thank you for all your kind words and support. It means so much. There is sadness in my heart, but also so much beauty in my world.
