Dearest Dylan |
By Kris Miller |
Dearest Dylan,
…Others seem to assume that since you were a baby, the grief isn’t as intense – that I didn’t “know you.” But my hopes and dreams for you were real. Every plan I had included you. Your sisters, Jenni and Lindsey, and I will never forget you. Now I know how precious and fragile life is. Son, on this painful Mother’s Day, a day I had once eagerly anticipated, we will visit the cemetery, we will look at your pictures, we will touch your lock of hair, and we will cry. But I will also thank God for you, Dylan – for showing me what is truly important. Your short life does count. I am changed. And I’ll love you forever. Love, Mommy |
Taken from the SHARE national newsletter |