I can’t think of many words that haven’t been said already. But it doesn’t seem possible that this is the fifth year we’ve had to celebrate your birthday without you. Or that it was 38 years ago tonight that we welcomed you into the world. And the nurse handed you, to your mother and asked us, “What’s her name?”
And the next day I sat in the hospital room, held you and watched some guy they called “Juice” set a new NFL season rushing record.
That was a much happier time. Or more innocent. Maybe ignorance truly is bliss.
But we know you no longer feel the pains of the body you left behind. And you probably saw Wes move the family so Jonathan and Anna could attend better schools. They seem to be thriving, making new friends, and growing like Hoosier corn in the summertime.
That makes us all happy.
We love you, and will miss you terribly…until we meet again.