It's very. very hard to believe that I haven't been able to speak to you in 365 days today. I haven't been able to hear your laughter, or your stupid jokes, or to see your figures that you carried every where's. Mike misses you too. He says you brought a light into the house when you came down. God, please be good to my baby boy, as I loved him so much. At times, I am even angry at you for taking him away from me, but only you knew the extent of agony he was going through. I know he just couldn't take the demons anymore. So, Father, please continue to rock him to sleep, as a better place he couldn't be. I love you, Jamie Leigh Whitten. Just one more kiss, one more hug when and if we do ever meet again, even though I am not a prime candidate to go where you are. I miss you.