Still Showing Up for Him

Dear Vic,

Life without you is a struggle.
Between working full time and parenting full time, I feel like I’ve given everything I’ve got. These past few weeks, I’ve been doing my best to stay on top of all of Kenzo’s school activities and events - just so he doesn’t feel left out. Just so he doesn’t feel different.

Last Friday was the school lapathon. The theme was Crazy Creatures and Cool Characters. I took Kenzo shopping and let him pick out a costume - he chose the cutest little Dalmatian outfit. That morning, he was beaming as he put it on… and he ended up doing 20 laps! I was so proud of him.

And yesterday was the 100 Days of School celebration. I dressed him up as a little old man - silver hair wig and all. The wig annoyed him, of course, but he kept it on just long enough to let me snap a photo. One more memory for us to hold onto.

I wish you could see these moments.

But I like to believe… maybe now, you’re watching with us - in spirit. 

— N

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