Today would have been our first christmas with you. I would have had you dressed up in some annoying outfit, probably with a bow tie. Instead, though, we have our first christmas without you.
It goes without saying that it’s been rough. You were too young, too loved, too wanted, to pass the way you did at such a young age.
I miss you my Leo. I wish I could kiss your cheek one last time and tell you how much i love you. I still cannot believe that you’re gone.
I love and miss you very much. Merry Christmas, son.