Every year my mom puts a luminary on her baby Katie's (my sister's) grave site. Since Noah now shares the site, she also puts a light on his stone too. This is the first time I've been able to see it because we've lived to far away. My Aunt Barbara decorated the grave with the little tree and wreath the year he died. We've put it up every year since. This year we did pink and blue for Katie and Noah. I'm so grateful.
I'm mad that the Mayans teased me.
Even though I'm in no way ready to meet my maker, I'm more ready than ever to meet my son.
He would have been 6 years old today.
I find it fascinating that as the years pass, it doesn't get easier. I thought they said it would. But as the visual picture of him in my mind ages, so does my longing to be with him...
to teach him stuff.... he'd be reading by now, I'm sure....
to buy him Christmas presents...the ark stuff would surely be too "baby" for him now...
to explain how cool it is to share a birthday with Joseph Smith...
to start piano lessons this year...
to see if he chooses football, basketball, set, sound or lighting design.... ;-) Maybe he's got that acting thing going on... oh dear.
to see his eyes. I never got to see his eyes open...I saw them moving, under his eyelids, but he wasn't able to open them...
to explain how much we love him....and how hard we tried to keep him on earth...how we knew we shouldn't, and couldn't go against what he was clearly trying to tell us.
Dr. Chamberlain said he cried out...I wish I could have heard that.
Noah,
I hope to remain focused on that goal as I adjust my grip every day in anticipation of our reunion. Your dad and I love you so much.
Happy Birthday, Noah.
Mom
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