When it feels like the world has been knocked off its axis, how in the world do you start writing again in the blog that you neglected for months before tragedy struck?
I have no idea.
So I decided that I would just start with sharing some of the brief things I post on my Facebook timeline. If you're already friends with me on Facebook, this is going to start to feel redundant, and for that, I apologize.
Aside from pizza, Max's favorite meal was eggplant parmigiana with a side of spaghetti. Four weeks ago this afternoon, I sent him a text that read, "Eggplant parm tonight. :)" His immediate reply: "YES!!"
That was the last family meal we had with him. He was late, so we started without him, and Jacob took his seat. When he arrived home, the only seat left was next to me. While the rest of the family chattered on about stuff I cannot recall, Max talked to me about his day at school and upcoming tests and deadlines, and told me funny things that happened in the student lounge.
This is my last fondest memory of him alive.
I have no idea.
So I decided that I would just start with sharing some of the brief things I post on my Facebook timeline. If you're already friends with me on Facebook, this is going to start to feel redundant, and for that, I apologize.
Aside from pizza, Max's favorite meal was eggplant parmigiana with a side of spaghetti. Four weeks ago this afternoon, I sent him a text that read, "Eggplant parm tonight. :)" His immediate reply: "YES!!"
That was the last family meal we had with him. He was late, so we started without him, and Jacob took his seat. When he arrived home, the only seat left was next to me. While the rest of the family chattered on about stuff I cannot recall, Max talked to me about his day at school and upcoming tests and deadlines, and told me funny things that happened in the student lounge.
This is my last fondest memory of him alive.
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