I was out at lunch today when I saw an infant boy in his baby carrier.
From out of nowhere, the image of Nate in his casket came to mind and would't go away.
I looked at the baby's hair, and the feeling came to mind of when I touched Nate's hair in his casket.
I couldn't cry.
I wanted to, but couldn't, it makes it really hard on those around me.
I pushed it away, until it came back on the drive home.
Oh, it came back.
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