Today is the 6th anniversary of my son's passing.  It totally blows my mind to think that he's been gone six years.  You know, you never think you can make it one day or one year after something like this happens and yet here it is six years later...

You hear people say they resent the passing of time because they get older, gray hair shows up - wrinkles...Or they complain that the car is old and worn out, the kids are growing up....

But I resent time for passing - period!  I don't want it to be six years since I last saw Andrew...heard his voice...this has been so damn unfair.