Good morning my son, my angel. Mommy misses you everyday. I can't believe you're 7 years old now! It makes me so sad to try and imagine how you would have looked, what your voice would have sounded like, what sports you would be into. Even though I have your sister and brothers to see you through, it still never gets easier, it just makes it a little more bearable. It's so easy to loose my mind still, but I keep my sanity for them, daddy, and grandma. It's not fair Jaír, I battle with my understanding in God and why he took you everyday. I still get angry, 5 years later and I still cry to myself when no one is around as if it was just yesterday and I was holding you and praying the hardest I have ever prayed comforting you on your way into heaven, in your last minutes here on earth as your eyes met Gods. I can imagine you're having the most joyous birthdays now with God, your aunt Janaha, Tatha, Githu, uncle Buzz, Grear grandma Loretta, and all the other angels. God has comforted me somewhat through dreams and messages, but I would still love to see you myself to see you smiling and happy. I shouldn't be taking balloons and flowers to a cemetery, I should be throwing your 7th birthday party! A parent should never have to bury her children ever! We are your protectors, and as much as everyone says I was and am a great mother, I still feel as I failed you sometimes son. Continue to look over your brothers and sister my angel. Comfort daddy and grandma because they need it the most. Jazellía, Jazir, and Jaziel know you and love you and forever will. We talk about you and God all the time. I love you with every ounce of my me. I always prayed hard on my knees crying asking God to give me your sickness, to give you my health, to take me instead of you, but God wanted you back my love, he wanted his angel back. Happy 7th birthday son❤️