I'd give everything to go back and be able to live those 68 days over so I could take you in even more than I did. I wish, even more, that February 16th was your birth date and you were healthy and safe in our arms. But neither of those things can happen. Instead all I have is your tote of memories, a small silver urn of your remains, pictures and the memories I treasure and hold in my innermost being.
So what do I write? What do I say to you so you know what it is I really feel? I hope this will suffice. Although it's simple and short it carries with it a piece of my heart.
"David, you were and are perfect. You were patient, kind and held within you strength and determination - an unparalleled level of fight that I'm sure even God was proud of. My son, when I light that candle every day in your memory I do so because I know you will always be a part of me. All the best things I do in my life I do in your honor and I will take time to remember you in all my joys. I have an abundance of "thank yous" I will whisper to you over time. I was proud of you in every one of your 68 days. I miss you every day sweet baby. And mommy love you David. Mommy love you too much."