Today marks the third anniversary of Shawn Phillip's death. When he was born, he was considered the healthier of the two boys. He moved around in the bed and a couple of times almost acted like he wanted to crawl right out of it. He even opened his right eye for me and Brian three days before he died. Maybe he was just saying a quick hello before he had to say goodbye. But darn that MRSA infection--his little immune system just couldn't handle it. I don't even really know what I want to say in this post. I want to honor him in such a wonderful and unique way, and all I can think to say is "darn that MRSA." ??? I don't know, in my mind, nothing will ever measure up. I just hope that he knows I love him and I miss seeing who he would have become. Even saying all this, it still seems absolutely unreal that my baby actually died. I wouldn't wish this hurt on my worst enemy.