I first shared this eight years ago so it may shock some folks that while I have finally tossed most of the things in my fridge that once belonged to Dominic, I’ve got a giant bottle of hot sauce I’m still using. Every time I add spicy flavor to chili I think of him. I’m not looking forward to the day it runs out because it will be one more link dissolved between the living son I knew in the flesh and the memories I have to settle for now.❤

My son is not a number or a statistic or only a memory. He is integral to my story, blood of my blood –part of my life.

It's normal that Dominic is less and less a part of his friends lives over time. But it still hurts...