We have many photos of your brother from the time he was eighteen months old, deep in thought and completely mesmerized by a piece of equipment or a construction job. Your father and I would well with tears as we witnessed the wonder in his eyes, the serious yet contented contemplation on his face, as he began to ask and absorb and actually became a little expert in construction. We felt so fortunate to be basking in C.T.'s development after having lost B.W.
Around the same time, C.T. started carrying a specific yellow shovel everywhere we went. It became his "yellow digger" and to him, it was just as vital we had that piece of plastic as it was that I had my wallet when we left the house. Most kids choose a soft toy or blanket to carry as their lovey, but not him. Your brother wanted to be ready to work, to dig, to shovel - just like his beloved construction equipment. He carried it around for at least a year, maybe two.
I recently watched a small boy about your age, walking on the sidewalk, holding his mother's hand and carrying a well-worn stuffed puppy dog by the tail. It must have been his lovey.
I wanted to drop to my knees, sobbing, and pound my fists on the concrete.
You would have been eighteen months old on July 7, my love. It hurts so much not to know what your lovey was to be, what interests might have been sparked in your one-of-a-kind brain, at this age. I had accepted I would miss all of this with your brother B.W., but it is too much, Zachary - to accept I will miss all of this with you too.
I love you. I still cannot believe we are apart.