Nate is 15

Nate is 15.  We have had his diagnosis for 13 years. 13 years ago I started to mourn the loss of the child I would never have. 

Nate should have his driver's permit. 
Nate has not had a first kiss.
Nate has never had a sleepover.
Nate has never played a team sport.
Nate has never gone to the mall with his friends.
Nate has never had his heart broken.
Nate has never ridden a bike.

I am still mourning. I am still angry. I am still jealous of all my friends who have typical children.