I was just talking with a coworker who was kind enough to pray with me today. I told him how a piece of me died the day that you died. After he left my office, a picture of you, your sisters, and your dad in my bed, looks so happy. And that’s when I realized how I’m getting through this difficult time.
A piece of my heart was given to you when you were born. And when you died, it died too. But I also gave pieces of my heart to your dad when we got married, and to Aly and Lily when they were born. Even though my heart is broken over the loss of your life, I have these pieces of my heart living on in your sisters and dad. It is because of and for them that I too live on.
I love you my sweet son.
Always and forever,