I love you so much. I’m so proud of you. I miss you.
I have such a deep reservoir of love for you. Even though you’ve left, you have an abiding place in my heart-and you will hold greater sway during my life than anyone I’ve known because you died long before any father would expect. It doesn’t hurt that you are such a kind, precious, brilliant boy.
Because my love for you is so deep, my grief at your loss is, too. I am broken. I don’t know how this will change through the years or how much better I will learn to hold up under it. But I embrace the reality that I will carry this deep brokenness the rest of my days.
As hard as it is to carry, I am content to do so. You are such a treasure, my only son, irreplaceable! And worth every single tear!
Perhaps my brokenness will bear good fruit. If it gives me greater compassion for others, I will be grateful. And because I lost you, every day I’m reminded that this earth is not heaven, and I yearn for my true and lasting home more than I ever have before.
It’s great comfort to know that I will see you there. But it couldn’t be soon enough!
With all my love,