Walking through stores shopping today it hit me. Not in a huge "I'm gonna break down" way but in a "man this is just another reminder of how we and he were robbed. Robbed of life, love, and memories."
As evidence to his cuteness, like you need any of that here are some pictures. For his first Halloween he was a little over a month old he was a ghost:
His Second Halloween he was a very upset bumble bee (just a few days post stem cell transplant):
Last year '11 he was an adorable moo cow:
I don't think he liked dressing up much but I sure loved dressing him up. I looked forward to making him a dinosaur costume with mom. I guess ones day we can dress my nephew as a dinosaur. That would make my heart happy. I miss him more than words can describe.