Will this ever get easier?

Each day I think of Tyler.  I remember his sweet face and think of how I love him.  I wonder what he would be doing if he were here with us.  He'd be 6 months old tomorrow, my sweet baby boy.  I start my day, usually reliving the days before he died.  It's like my mind think if it tries hard enough, maybe the outcome will not be the same one day.  Throughout the day, images of him comes to mind as I wonder what he'd look like now.  Come night time though, I relive the moments when I actually held my baby boy and wonder why God took him away from me and why I have to bear this pain.  I'll go see my boy tomorrow in his resting place among all the other young ones who have momma's with empty arms.  Even my youngest thinks of his brother as he told me this week that he loves his baby Tyler.  It just seems so unfair that my poor kids have to try to understand something that doesn't even make sense to me.