a chance meeting

This morning we decided to go for a walk since the weather is absolutely beautiful. Not a cloud in the sky, breezy, and 80 degrees. We were just coming out of our cul-de-sac when one of our neighbors came running out of her house, waving hello and saying "Oh can you wait one minute I have something for you I've been meaning to give you for almost a year!"... I knew. I just knew. I was fighting the tears.

She came out with a small envelope. 2 photographs. I remembered she had taken pictures of us at Halloween last year, just 3.5 weeks after Ransom's official diagnosis. She had the only photograph of the four of us together. I had completely forgotten. I thanked her over and over, a blubbering idiot. She asked for my email so she could send them to me.

He was such an old soul, my boy. That is the real difference between Hiro and Ransom. I don't know why he was skittish, what happened to him that caused that, or what was in his genetic makeup to cause that- but I look at his eyes and I see it, and I remember it from our time together. His quiet reserve, his rock solid shoulders that carried me- and still do.

Today marks 3 months since we said good-bye to this hero. October 8th marks a year since he was diagnosed with cancer. What a brave little man you were Mister. I can't wait for that day we meet again.

Until then. Until then.