I can't write it. It has been over a year and I still can't write it.
That's what I can't write. My brain knows that in a physical sense, what happened on June 2 was death. That Avery's little body had to stop. That process is called death.
But my heart tells me something different. My heart tells me that Avery, the real Avery, the sun-shiny, sparkly, happy, joyful little soul is alive and well.
Avery's body stopped working but his soul did not. We can't see him right now but he is not gone from our lives forever. He is just waiting for us to join him someday.
And that is why I can't write the word. It is not true.
He's alive, just living in a different place.
I sure wish I could see and talk to him though! I miss him.