Almost one year later and I feel like each day it is all still sinking in. Zavier's clothes are still in his drawers. His hamper still has dirty clothes in it. I can imagine how that must sound. I think I just like the idea of still having one more thing to do for him. I just don't want to wash and fold his clothes for the last time. His highchair is still in the kitchen. He never even got to use it, but in our excitement we set it up. His swing sits in, what is now, our Team Zavier room.
Sometimes I still feel like the more time that passes the further away I am away from him. Soon, there will be no more 'Zavier was here last year'. Everyday I wake up and want him back.
I'm still waiting for comfortably numb.