Tomorrow my beautiful boy will have been gone for six months. Six whole months. At first, I kept track of his absence in days. Now it’s in months. How is that even possible? A while ago I was standing by the shrine I’ve made in his memory, and I noticed that everything–the photos, the vase of dried roses from the Gathering, the urn for our dogs, Neptune and Bella, Sam’s wooden box containing his ashes, the wee Buddha, were covered in a thin layer of dust, and all I could think was, how can...