Not a day passes that I don't think of him a thousand times. Yet, I'm not always sad when I do. That isn't to say I don't hurt and long for him. Grief is constant; it presses at the back of my heart and soul like a vague headache seems to ache everywhere but nowhere. Despite the aches of loss, when I think of my son my heart swells with gratitude that I even had him. My soul looks up and thanks my Father sending me such a gift ... a gift that broke me and rebuilt me from the inside out. A soul who taught me how to live and love. A gift that showed me what it means to be a father and a son. #mitchellsjourney#babiesmadeofsand