Justin, as I sit here thinking about going camping, I am reminded of the time we all went camping to a lake out above Emmett. You rode with me and we got there before everyone else so we took advantage of our time alone just you and I and some of your close friends at the time. We put up the tents, tossed back a couple of cold ones, and started swimming and jumping off the dock to get cooled off. Then as night fell and the others showed up, we started dancing on the ditch bank, the dock, and then I remember a slow song came on the stereo and you asked me to dance. That song was P.S. This is Austin and I still love you. The night you passed away, we were at our house swimming and waiting for family to come into town, and you came out to tell me that you were running out and would be back in an hour in time for dinner with the family. When you came outside, the same song came on the radio, and I remember you singing it loudly with the radio. You came up and hugged me and kissed me on the cheek and told me you would be right back. You told me you loved me. I never saw you alive after that moment, forever embedded in my mind. Now, I play that same song all the time and I think of you and your smirk and the way you sang it that night. I cry everytime I hear that song and also smile and laugh a little inside because of your sarcasm as you sang that song that night. How I wish you would have just stayed home instead of going to get that payday loan that evening.......... I wish you were here right now with me to give me a big hug! I miss you son, and I miss Makayden too!
All my love, Mom
