Will’s favourite stuffies sitting on top of his armoire in his bedroom

Saturday, September 24, 2011 (4 months, 1 day)

Good morning, WillBilly,

This morning I woke early and went and crawled into your bed.  It feels so … here I go again, bittersweet, to lie under your duvet and as I write this it occurs to me that all of my days seem to be measured by the number of “bittersweets” that it holds.  Your room is a precious time capsule; everything preserved; your things placed just as you’d put them on Continue reading →