The Last Bag of Breastmilk

I stopped breastfeeding about a month and a half ago.  My supply had tanked, it had become a point of contention between my husband and I and to be honest I was more than ready to have more than 1 glass of wine in any given 3 hour block.
I didn’t set a date or give an ultimatum it just worked out that I had two very busy days and I didn’t breastfeed him.  My breasts didn’t get full or uncomfortable, another sign that my body was more than ready to be done with this stage.  That part of our relationship just ended, softly quietly without fuss or loss.  He doesn’t seem to miss the breast and has since rarely tried to go for it. 
It was sad for me in a way that few understand.  Those were nice moments, quiet moments, something I could do for him that no one else could.  It was a part of our relationship that ended as all things do but it is a loss for both of us whether or not my son realizes it.
Miraculously though as I had a freezer full of breastmilk I have been able to give him about half formula and half breastmilk for the last six weeks.  Until today when I took the last freezer bag full of milk out of the freezer.  That will be gone in about 3 days and my son will no longer have breastmilk.
I think its amazing that he is almost one and is still getting those benefits.  We have begun the transition to cows milk as well, so as one ends another begins. 
The breastmilk to me represents his infancy which is ending before my eyes.  It represents a helpless baby succling on his mothers breast, eating every three hours and needing comfort in this strange new world.
Those days are gone as my helpless infant can now climb stairs and is learning sign language.  He yells at me when he is displeased and crawls to me for kisses.  He isn’t a baby anymore and doesn’t need breastmilk or even formula the way he did less than a year ago.
When I give him his last taste of breastmilk no one will notice and no one will care …. except me.