I remember.
I remember hearing Diego running up and down the hallway every morning.
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.
I remember the delight at watching Monsters, Inc. over and over
and the joy inspired by all things pink and cute.
I remember the smile that came when I lay down on the floor to take pictures.
I remember the joy of an Easter egg hunt,
the thrill of the chocolate Easter bunny,
and the most marvelous temper tantrum that followed.
I remember the giggles that came when playing with your father.
I remember that closeness that you enjoyed with your mother.
I remember the excitement of getting on a train or a bus
and that that was so much fun that he would sit next to Abuela and give a little hug.
I remember the patience needed to get some M&Ms.
I remember a tired little boy who, happily, let me carry him to the car from BART.
I remember a perfect, beautiful, little boy.
I remember someone who makes me happy to have known him,
even if it was for far too brief a time.
I remember… Diego.

It’s been 2 months. I still can’t believe you are gone.