You pop onto my mind fairly frequently and I thought I'd write. I can only imagine that decades and yet only seconds have gone by since you lost your guy.
And I know all the very many people who love your family were probably most present initially. So here I am now.
Every so often I see a boy that looks like Elvis and it catches my breath. Then I think how that must happen to you constantly.
He was a model for me when I have talked to Aj that he has autism/PDD (what the fuckk ever). Initially I couldn't use the word "autism" because to him that was how I had talked about my friend's kids who had difficulties and that was why-for example our little buddies who are non-verbal or with limited language.
He was then put off that something that described them could describe him. So I told him, "Well-you know who else has autism? Elvis does".
So thanks to Elvis for being such a lovely model. Aj then referred to him as, "My friend Elvis who has a-little-bit-of-autism."
We lost our dear 13 year old lab last June. Aj asked me once if I thought Elvis was playing with Sierra in heaven. I told I thought yes he was.That I think Elvis really liked dogs and now Sierra has someone to play fetch with.
So I cried when I wrote this. And I delayed writing it because I thought it would make you cry, too. But I decided you probably already cry.
And I wanted you to know that there is still a lot of love out there for you and Elvis and your family.