Does anyone remember? Does anyone care? Is everyone afraid to say anything? I don't know.
All I know is that our baby passed away a month ago today, and it's truly painful to watch everyone else going about their daily lives as though it's a regular day.
Maybe it's too much to expect for people who knew him to remember everything about him, like we who carry the moving pictures of five weeks burned in our minds forever. Maybe that's what makes us keenly aware of every day, every date, every moment on a calendar that he's not with us.
But even if you don't know what to say, say something. Rafa is our baby. He is our boy. He did exist. He does matter. And he's gone.
And the silence of those who are well-meaning and think they're sparing us pain, it's far worse to hear nothing than to know you are thinking of him, even if it's difficult.
We'd rather know you were struggling with us than without us.