Happy Birthday My Littlest Love. I know you are riding unicorns, picking flowers, and playing with all the other kids that don’t have to hurt anymore. There won’t be a whole lot of celebrating from me, it’s just another day to remind me of what I miss more than anything.
We are doing something special though. With the help of some special people, we are going to put a brick in your name at St. Jude’s and putting a bench in your memory at Bright’s Zoo.
In the fall Mommy and Daddy get to go back to St. Jude’s for a Remembrance Weekend and will get to see your name their forever. A piece of our family will forever be inside those walls, and your name will be there for all those to see. It will be there for those kids who finally get to go outside after chemo. For the Dads that need to take a walk and cry. For the Moms that need that breath of fresh air so they can be there for their little ones. Your name will be on a bench for all those to see, but more importantly for that Mom or Dad that needs a break. Maybe that little kid needs to stop and eat their ice cream, or that grandmother needs a spot in the shade. They will see your name and smile just like we did. Some might know your story and be honored, others might look you up, and some might just be thankful there is a place to sit down. Whatever the reason, we said we’d never let your name and fight be forgotten, and that is what we are doing.
We have talked many nights about this, but you and I both know I won’t be writing much more. It’s your birthday and your day little bit, and for that we should all smile. There are a lot of things I still don’t understand and probably never will. I promise I’ll still blow out that candle and wish our special wish, but it’s up to life to tell us if it will come true. Happy Birthday P, ride the hell out of that unicorn.