I'm a day late, but does it matter? I think of you daily not just on holidays and birthdays, but everyday. I think of you when I'm eating and I see your pic near our kitchen table. I think of you when I see anything Sponge Bob. The other day we were channeling surfing and "welcome home roscoe Jenkins" was on B.E.T. , I thought of you. I seen a scooter and thought of you. I seen a light skinned, glasses wearing, newly shaved hair kid and guess what? Yup, I thought of you. I can hear you laugh and talk in my memories. I can see your wrinkled up nose scrunched as you scoot your glasses up your nose. I see and hear you in my minds eye ask your mom for a chicken sandwich with a side of " R". Yesterday didn't hurt so bad, I guess this is what coming to terms feels like. I know that one day we'll all leave this earth, although some may leave sooner than others and dealing with that reality is a part of life.
I didn't publish this last year. I just found it when I came on here to send you a 20th birthday wish. Whatever the reason, this is year two that I visit this site a day late.
You'd be amazed at what's going on in the world, this last month specifically. You'd be the big 2-0 and a day today. I can't imagine what you'd look like since you left to heaven so young and childlike looking. I think you would of been very tech savvy and still a gamer. I think you would of been tall like your dad and crafty like your mom. I love you Noah and am sure of one thing, I'll see you again. Until that day, Anissa