A letter to my sweet, sweet, baby boy:
Hey little guy,
I made a few promises to you. I said no more pain and I hope I honored that promise. And, on the day you died, I said you can go now; I've got this, we're going to be ok. And now I have to honor that promise too. So, the hole in my heart ends here. The overwhelming sadness, I give that to God. I will take care of Daddy and Sister, I promise. And I will take care of me. I will fill that hole with love and faith. I will take the time to find the purpose in God's gift of TJ rather than dwelling in the sorrow of my loss. I told you to have faith. I vowed to believe. And I do. So, now it's your turn to make me a promise. I know you're in heaven, so live. You are not sick anymore, go play. Let Teddy teach you how to use that cape. Roll down a hill, eat an orange. Taste snow on your tongue. Snowmobile across those clouds. Don't waste one healthy moment worrying about us. I promise you, we will be okay. And on the glorious day that we meet again; I will take you in my arms, kiss those soft, chubby cheeks, cry tears of joy and know that God is good!
I love you little guy! Let your faith be bigger than your fears.