I Miss My Son

The name I had chosen for my son wasn’t an odd name, but it wasn’t particularly common. I could think of two men with the name: a civil rights figure and a fictional character in one of my favorite books from middle school.

So the fact that I’ve seen 2 little boys with the name in the last few days is certainly something. It’s really made me miss my son. I have court against his killer tomorrow, which has me extra in my feels.

This isn’t the right kind of love to be in this blog, but I don’t really have a better place to express my heartbreak. As a mother, I can’t imagine harming anyone’s child. No matter who they are. Kids are so precious. Only monsters hurt children.