This is the hardest day, the last day I saw Bo, the last day I touched him.

I brushed his hair with my right hand. I can still feel it, typical boy summer cut, stiff against my finger tips.

I touched his hair because I read somewhere that hair continues to grow for a period after you die. I don’t know if it is true or not, but it was the closest I could get to touching him as he would have been were he alive.

We appreciate the continued visits, posts, Facebook page, etc. Thank you for continuing to care. It means a lot to us, to me.