I was looking through the cabinets for something to eat last night and I came across Fox's half empty can of formula. This isn't uncommon for me to do I get into that cabinet a few times everyday. I dunno why this time was different but I broke down and cried and it took me a few minutes to get myself together. I still think about him alot. For some morbid reason I replay the morning he died in my mind more often than I should. What's worse is I remember every detail. I know you guys don't know the whole story of that morning but forgive me I'm still not ready to type it out or even tell people I'm close to. After my little breakdown I went to his site and watched the video. What's great is I can remember without fail alot of the time we spent together as clearly as I remember the day he died. Like the first time I tried to kiss him and he tried to bite my lip off. I went back and searched the threads I had made before he was born. The one where we picked his middle name, the one where I told everyone I was leaving for awhile, when I put his pics up for you guys and finally this one. It was kinda of odd seeing the extremes in emotion from myself and everyone else. I wanna thank you guys for being there with me through the good and the bad.