It’s hard to fathom that Elias has been dead two months now. He should have been at home, playing trains and fighting with Noah over whether they should watch Chuggington or Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.
It’s hard to even know what to say here. What I do know is that the support and outreach that we have received from so many people has made everything a little more bearable.
I’m sorry that I cannot write more… I know I have not written much lately. Things have just been so intense that I haven’t been able to even think about writing.
We are moving the bulk of our belongings tomorrow. We have to get out of Whitestown. I cannot bear to lose another child and I very much fear that, if we continue to live there, it may happen. After all, as many already know, Elias was the third child to die in our neighborhood since last October/November. My fear is that it is just a matter of time.
I miss you so much, little buddy.