Today marks 6 months since Cathy and I found out that our beautiful son Alex had died. I say found out because to the best of my recollection, no one would tell us that, they just made us assume, until we asked. The rest of the world has no idea what has happened to me, even those that are aware that Alex died still don't know the half of it, and have yet to say anything to me. The only way that I know that they know is because the director of my department sent a note to the department advising everyone that I was out because my son had died, and that they were not to mention it to me upon my return to work for fear of upsetting me. How nice of her to make things easy for them.
Tonight and tomorrow night I am going to meet with advisors from 2 local universities to explore the possibility of finishing up my quest for a bachelor's degree.
It's been six months now, and I still miss Alex and think about him hourly.