How can I put into words what this precious one meant to me? You were not my son, I was only your nurse, but you were my child, my “Little-Man,” while I had you. I loved you. I cared for you as I would my own child. I didn’t like putting you thru all those treatments you didn’t like, but I knew they were necessary. I loved watching the ways you showed all your different family members how much you loved them. I loved how you would growl at me as I stood in the doorway first thing in the morning, daring me to come in and start my work. I loved you! I loved how you looked to Paul and Betty getting you on and off the bus...how you would roll your eyes at Paul’s “jokes.” I loved how you listened for Izzy’s voice, knowing your friend was on the bus with you, and it was music time, Izzy style! I loved how you gave Trish the hairy-eyeball during crafts. How you hated crafts! I loved the look of love and the contentment I saw in you as Rita read you Magic Treehouse, or any other book. You loved Chelsea and Izzy at the same time, in your own way. You loved your music, especially Kate, and would perk up hearing her play her mandolin. You loved watching me decorate your room for Christmas, and I loved dressing you for the holidays. You loved watching Disney movies with me when we were home. While I cared for you, I spent more waking hours with you than I did anyone else, and I loved you! I loved watching you light up and laugh with your mommy. I loved watching your daddy hold you in his arms. I loved watching your brothers play with you; stop by you and kiss you. You were frequently a challenge, my Little-Man, but oh, I loved you. You touched so many lives, so deeply, so strongly. I still don’t understand why losing you has hurt my heart and soul so much. I’m not even family, I was just your nurse. But I loved you! I miss you horribly and not a day goes by that I don’t think of you. You were not my child, but I loved you so very much, my Little-Man!❤️
RIP❤️
