When the world doesnt stop!

Come April 10 it will be 9 years since my then youngest son Michael passed away. Come April 1 he would have been 12 years old. I miss him daily and cry for him still, but the world has still moved on. People are still going about their business and I am left here alone in my grief. I wonder what he would be doing now. He would be in middle school. I wonder if he would be playing baseball, football or basketball. I wonder what kind of friends he would have. I wonder what kind of hobbies he would have enjoyed. I sometimes think I wonder this alone.

Dedicated to the loving memory of my son:
Michael Edward McCullum
04/01/1994 to 04/10/1997

FOREVER LOVED, FOREVER MISSED, FOREVER THREE...