So I just got done packing Nickolus's clothes and toys and his bedding and stuff from his nursery... There's nothing downstairs anymore of his.. the only thing really left of him in the nursery is the paint that matched his bedding.. his furniture is still there but it has nothing on it anymore. I put all the things that reminded me of him like some toys and some special clothes and stuff in a big ziploc storage bag and put that in my closet for whenever I want to go through it. I just can't believe that this is what it's all came to. The little boy that was supposed to be my guy forever.. all I have left are memories and pictures and clothes and some toys... I don't understand why these things happen. Why were our little children taken from us? On the news a few weeks ago there was this young mom that was being raided in dallas for selling meth and she was asleep with her 4 month old daughter and saw police officers outside of her window and shot one of them in the neck. They found all kinds of guns and drugs and money in the house. Why is someone like that still fortunate enough to have their child? But I'm not? She posted bond and still gets visitation with her baby. Why does God take the babies of moms who are doing what they're supposed to do? It's just not fair and I want my little man back.