“Three Years”

Three years ago today, we learned that Corinne's son Shane had fallen from his balcony the night before and died.

Much has changed in the meantime, but the "misisng him" never does. It doesn't diminish, it doesn't get better or stop hurting. This is especially true for Corinne, as the mother's brain — or at least her brain — seems to be hard wired at the child's birth to always love and long. She has (we have) learned to cope, to keep living, and to do some good in this life, but NEVER to stop longing for him or missing him.