Little Reminders

Today I went out to get the mail and returned with a letter from our insurance company. It was addressed to the parents of Wyatt Lewis Larsen. I thought oh, another medical claim coming our way. When I opened it I started to cry. This is what it said "Happy Birthday to your one-year old....as part of our congratulations, we are providing you with an immunization schedule." Didn't they know he is gone? They processed a million medical claims on him. Didn't they get the message that he had died? I just didn't need them reminding me of what I don't have anymore. It's those little reminders that hurt. I keep getting Huggies coupons in the mail. I cry every time knowing I won't ever get to buy diapers again. It hurts to walk by the children's department at the store and know that I won't be getting the latest baby gadget or cute outfit for my one-year-old. I keep finding little things of his whenever I clean out a drawer, cupboard or closet. It's just hard--every little reminder that he is gone hurts and makes my heart ache and long to have him back. Someday compensation will come and I will get to experience and do all those things I long for right now. Someday.....