â€œBut Shiyaâ€™s still here!â€
â€œNo,â€ I told Shiya. Â Ayrieâ€™s not coming back.
â€œMaybe tomorrow? Â After we sleep?â€
â€œNo,â€ I said again.
â€œMaybe just for a little bit?â€
â€œNo,â€ I told Shiya. Â â€œAnd it makes me feel very sad. Â It makes my heart hurt.â€
â€œBut Shiyaâ€™s still here!â€, Shiya exclaimed.
â€œYou are, and that makes me so happy,â€ I said and gave him a tight hug.
Next Shiya and I sat in the hallway outside Shiya & Ayrie’s bedroom and talked to Ayrie. Â Shiya told me that Ayrie was up in the sky so we looked up towards the sky while we talked to Ayrie. Â We told him how we missed him and love him. Â Shiya told me that Ayrie is okay and he reached up into the air with his right hand and closed it around some air. Â He told me that he was holding a baby Ayrie and put his hand to my mouth so I could kiss Ayrie. Â And then he put Ayrie on my chest, over my heart, and kept pointing to me heart and telling me that Ayrie was â€œright thereâ€.
We got into bed soon after and shiya climbed into bed with a tiny neopsporin spray bottle and he was pretending to spray my heart to make it â€œfeel all betterâ€. Â And then he played doctor with his two giraffes and the giraffe named Taye (Shiyaâ€™s middle name) was sad because he missed his brother. Â So Shiya put neosporin on his heart too. Â And then he did a lot of other things to the giraffe to make him feel better while periodically taking a break to put more neosporin on our hearts.
I have a cold so I started coughing once we layed down. Â Shiya was really worried because I was sick and he said, â€œMommy sick but she not die, right?â€ Â And I assured him that I wasnâ€™t going to die. Â That I had a cold and it was a different kind of sick than Ayrie had. Â He made me promise that I wouldnâ€™t go to the doctorâ€™s.