Losing you was hard. Remembering you and thinking about what you would look like now is hard. Anniversaries of the day you died are even harder. And on your birthday, it’s hard then too.

Over time it doesn’t hurt quite as bad as it did the first time but it will always hurt, there will always be the emptiness that I feel when I miss you.  It has taken me 3 days to write this and still I can’t even get the words out…

On November 24th, you would have been two. On June 13, 2005 you died at only 7 months old - way too short a time and yet I am just glad to have had you in my life even if for such a short time. You were an amazing baby. Beautiful and happy, you touched everyone that you met with your big blue eyes and happy smile.

I love you. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss you and wish you were here with us. You will always and forever be in my heart.

Love Always,
Aunt Chrissie