Merry Heavenly Christmas my son. I miss you so much. Today and everyday will always be hard for me until the day I take my last breath.
Your smirk, your laugh, your dark humor. I miss everything about you, you flatulence, your burping "Oh my god." I was remembering you as a little boy, about one years old, in your grey corduroy coveralls and striped shirt always running toward me as you would fall into my arms into a big hug. God, you were so special to me. So, trusting that I would catch you, but I always did. I loved you so much when you were just a little one. And still love you so much. There is nothing I can do about the how and why, just know this, you were my first, I was closest to you, you were sensitive like me, stubborn like me and can say hurtful things when we were angry, but we always apologized and felt terrible for what we said out of anger. I love you. Wish you were here. Give Grandma Ros and Sarra big hug and kiss, tell them I love them so much.