Nine months without you, my precious son.
It’s strange to think that nine months was the exact amount of time it took to carry you, wait for you, and bring you into this world.
Now I have lived nine months without you, carrying a completely different kind of weight. I carried you beneath my heart for nine months, and I will carry you in my heart for the rest of my life.
I miss you more than words could ever say, Greg.
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