Today would be Tim's first day of summer vacation. I could see myself going to his room to wake him up and tell him that he can't sleep the summer away. Then watch Tim stagger down the stairs in a stupor to eat a bowl of cereal and then back up to take a shower. His mother and I would be talking about what to get him for his birthday next month, and of course it would be what he didn't get for Christmas. I am missing my Timmy. I am hurting from this hole in my heart.