Tomorrow will mark one year that I woke up to my worst nightmare...my 7 week old son not breathing, heart not beating, just a shell of where his pure soul lived. I miss my son so much. I think about him every day. I talk to him as much as can hoping he hears me. I hear noises and see things and witness unexplainable activities thinking it’s him letting me know he’s still around. I’ve missed out on so many milestones with him and left with too many what if’s and could’ve beens. It’s already hitting me hard and will hit 100x harder tomorrow. Please pray for me I need all the strength I can get. I’m lucky to have my daughter and fiancé cause without them I know I wouldn’t be here today. I miss you baby boy I really do