As I woke up from anesthesia today, the first thing I said was “I want to cuddle my boy”

…except my 18 y/o boy crossed the rainbow bridge a couple of days ago on the 31st. We had adopted him at 14, just a couple of months before our wedding.

I had a biopsy done today for suspected lymphoma and on top of all my health concerns, I thought I’d at least have more time with my boy… 4 years was nowhere near enough.

Vincent, thank you for softening my heart in the most unimaginable way, for keeping me warm on cold nights, for being the best little coworker and study buddy, thank you for completing our little family, for every tangle id find in my hair because i knew they came from you making biscuits on my head as we slept and thank you for this gaping hole you left in my heart,… because I know it’s not actually empty, it’s full of all the love and memories and the happiness you brought into my life… i love you boy, i always will.