Roman,
Today you would have been one month old. One month without you here has felt like an eternity of unbearable pain and suffering. We think about you nearly every second of the day, constantly thinking about what you would be doing right now if you were here, thinking of the aspirations we had for you, but will never get to see come to fruition, mourning the loss of you. I wish I could see your eyes, I'm sure they were brown like your brother and sister.
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