*brrrrp* Oops pardon moi
Our cats were born at the end of February. They are almost the same age that George should be.
Should be/would be/could have been/might have been. My choice of words seems to follow my state of mind. On a good day my might have been child sits sort of comfortably on my shoulder, observing the world he might have been born into had circumstances been different. On not so good days George should be here, we should have taken him to Cornwall with us and he would have kept us awake all night in an unfamiliar guest house.
And it would have been wonderful.
And his absence is palpable.