today is december 28, 2015. i cannot help but think of december 28, 2012. who knew? who knew that i had only 3 days left with my son?
December 28, 29, 30… that’s all i had. 1.2.3.
then on december 31, he was gone.
in the blink of an eye.
on december 28, we were still enjoying the spoils of christmas. i remember patrick taking nolan either to the store or a restaurant and nolan wearing the earphones to his brand spanking new iPod. patrick was a bit leery of the introduction to this new technology to our kids. and he made a comment to me upon return that nolan was listening to his music the whole time;;;; LIKE A TEENAGER.
he only had a few days to be a teenager.
he turned 13 just 9 days before his death.
life sucks. life isn’t fair. and all i want to say is FUCK YOU to the way that life happened to my son. FUCK YOU to the power, the illness, the God that took Nolan away from me without warning.
I hate it.
December 28, 2012. Nolan was alive and enjoying life. Fuck you December 31.