By Margot | March 12, 2013
Three Years. I can’t believe he has been gone three whole years. We miss everything about him. I miss him for his brothers, I miss him for his dad, I miss him for me, and for all of us who knew and loved him.
Once when he and I were having a random conversation about getting hit by a bus and the fact that if it happened you’d want to know that you’d lived every day and that you’d had a good life, Sam said to me without hesitation. “I’ve had a good life, Mom.” He said it happily and cheerfully and as if the matter were settled. As if, were a bus to come along that very afternoon, he would be fine because he’d lived a good life. I hold on to those five words from my sweet boy. And I try my darndest every day to hold on to, and live up to, the spirit in which he said them.
Remember to laugh or tell a good joke in honor of Sam - he loved to laugh.