Contractions

I had a dream about contractions the other night. It was one of those light sleeps where you know that you're dreaming but you can't wake up...And they were not the kind of contractions you get when you're in labor but the kind that I teach about at school...except it wasn't that nice of a dream. I kept thinking about Timmy and all of the words that apply to how I feel right and everything that's going on. Contractions were in all of them.

I DON'T have him here with me.

He WOULD'VE been here for his first Halloween a few days ago.

If this is how holidays will feel without him, I'LL hibernate from now until January please.

He WASN'T here with us for nearly long enough.

He DIDN'T get to meet his big sister.

I still CAN'T believe that he's gone.

He ISN'T going to be with us for the holidays this year.

I always wish that there was something that we COULD'VE done to help him.

We WON'T get to see him grow up.

WE'LL miss him forever.

You know what the hardest part about contractions is? You know why it's so hard for kids and even some adults to remember how to spell them and what order the letters go in? Some parts of the words are missing. They've been taken away. Like contractions, I have a part of me that has missing pieces now. HE is missing. All of the time. Every. Single. Day...Miss you Timmy.