There are so many little moments when I think extra hard about Jack. The times I see women pulling their strollers from their trunks before entering the store. The times I see families at the park. The times I see people walking with their babies. The times I see babies in a woman's shopping cart at the grocery store. The times I pass the baby aisle at the store. All these moments and so many more, I think of how it would be if Jack was here with me. I still can't believe that my son died. That I lived through that nightmare. That I am STILL living in this nightmare.
I want my Jack.
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