Not a day

"Momma, when can he come home?"

"Oooh, Nick would love this book!"

"How come his mom gets to decide he can't see us?"

"Does this mean he's not our brother now?"

"Why doesn't he tell his mom he wants to come here?"

"Does he miss us?"

"Does he care that we miss him?"

"I'm gonna pray and God will send him home."

Oh, my Nicolas...not a day goes by that we are not missing you, grieving your loss, and yet trying to live still.  You're not even gone, just gone for us.  And yet only over a couple hills, around a few bends, just a handful of miles away. 

Not a single day.  We have not forgotten you.  We will not forget you.  We love you, kiddo.