Logan William

This coming Monday marks 2 years since Logan passed away, so it has been heavy on my heart. Contrary to popular belief, time doesn't heal all wounds. It doesn't get easier. . .just more familiar. Never before have truer words been said. I no longer expect him to be here with us. Not expecting, however, is not the same as not wanting or not needing. There is not a day that goes by where I don't want or need Logan here with us. With the passing of each day, month and year, I discover more milestones that my son will never meet. . .things I will never see him do, things I will never get to do or say. Sometimes I just long to say, "Logan, quit bothering your sister," or "Logan, don't put that in your mouth!" I wonder if he would have squealed with excitement like his sister when I would ask, "Do you want to go outside? Do you want to take a bath with Ernie? Do you want to watch Baby Signing Time?" I miss him. . .two years later, I still miss him. I always will.