Remi waited a whole extra week to be born on your birthday. 2 days ago I took this photo on the last day of your life. You helped me lug the the stroller out of the car and into the bar and told me I was a cool mom. You made sure we were comfortably turned to face the Broncos game that we didn’t want to watch. I made fun of your stupid orange socks and you snarked at Remi’s Patriots onesie. You insisted he take a photo holding a bud light. This is not a single loss but the loss of all the big and small roles you played in our daily life. I’m so mad at you.