When I see this little outfit, it brings longing. Longing to hold you, Robert, to receive one of your strong hugs, to pick you up in my arms and never let you go…Remember the Easter when you were five? How dinosaurs were so exciting and fun…I had this little summer outfit made for you that year. I chose the material myself knowing you would love it...The tears are flowing and my heart is breaking, yet again, as I remember you in the hospital bed, how you squeezed my hand and the one tear rolled from your eye, though everyone told me it was impossible in your state of coma. How perfect and beautiful you looked, at peace.