Leo,
4/19/2013, the day we laid your little body to rest, the last time we ever saw you, the last time we ever held you, the day I had to accept that I would never ever see your sweet face again. I remember saying “goodnight” to you one last time because I wouldn’t accept “goodbye”…I couldn’t.
Looking back, I can see how numb and dazed I really was. Back then, everything seemed so clear. I suppose it was God making things feel okay for us.
Anyway, son, on Easter eve, I can’t help but feel connected to you through Jesus’ death and resurrection. I love you and I think of you always, especially on days like today.
Love you,
Mom
Surviving SIDS 
I can’t believe it has been a year! I remember picking up our little sons casket and holding him in my arms one last time as we drove to the cemetery. Hmmmmm.
I miss that little guy.