It has been nearly eleven
years since you moved from life to eternal Life. Are you happy in Heaven? Did you find
Mareen? I know she must be taking good care of you. Mareen always wanted babies of her
own, and now she has you and your sister.
My little Angel, I still miss you every day. I see
your scrunched up face and your flailing arms. I see you as the doctors presented you to
me when you were a couple minutes old. "Look at him, he's a porker!" one of the
doctors laughed as he put all eleven and a half pounds of you in my arms. I see the
neighbor's seven year old trying to hold you, you screaming and twisting as the poor girl
cried. I see the time you smiled at me, how when I smiled back you closed your eyes and
I try to forget walking in that January morning,
seeing you more peaceful than I could ever remember, then touching you to find that you
were gone. I try to remember the good times in the six short weeks we had together.
Take care, little Angel. Someday I'll see you and
your sister again, but until then, keep the sun shining above me.