Eighteen inches from my head right now.
That's how close 3 pictures of Nate are.
Many many more of them at my fingertips in my computer or phone.
Why do I have this need to gaze and cry?
So close to my heart,
so close I cannot separate him from me.
His smile speaks to me from my wall.
Maybe I did something right?
So long ago...
Nearly 2 1/2 years since I last saw my little Nate.
Even typing, my heart rises in my throat and chokes me.
Not long enough...
The day is coming soon where we will have been without Nate
longer than we were with Nate.
Yes, eternity will dwarf this time,
but right now it doesn't make enduring this time without my Nate suck any less.
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