My Little Boy Passed Away… please don’t call him Lost.

My son passed away 79 days ago. He was eleven years old. He was so tired and sick from leukemia, and in the end he was a cross between a little old man and a video-game loving tween, and a sweet little baby boy. He died in my arms. I was there for his first breath, and I was there for his last. I lovingly talked him through both events: birth and death. I am a better person for having known him…