I just saw the return receipt for the boxing gear I bought for Lev. We were going to have so much fun with them: helmet, gloves, pads. He really loved boxing, it was something we did together and enjoyed.
I don't want to return these things, I want to use them, dammit! Why the hell did he have to go, I want him here with me! I have lost this huge slice of my life. This is so horrible.
