Sometimes

Sometimes Baby Boy, I feel this scream welling up in me from a depths of my soul that I didn't know can possibly exist.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm in quicksand, and if I move, I'll sink even faster.
Sometimes, I'm so tired of barly moving, I just want to stop, and sink.
Sometimes, I miss you so much, I don't know how to carry on.
Sometimes, I'm sure I'm going completly crazy.
Sometimes though, I can feel a bit of sunshine on my face, and the breeze on my cheek feels like you.
Sometimes, I feel like dancing for you.
Sometimes, I believe I'll be Ok.
All of the time, I love your Daddy.
All of the time, I love you Mr. Twinkle Toes.
Love, Momma

This is the poem I wrote, a few months after Jack passed away. I feel a little better all the time. I know that Jack, you are watching Daddy and I chase after Champ, and you're laughing arn't you?

Love Momma

A day for you

Yesterday was the memorial tribute to all the babies that passed away at Sick Kids Hospital. I'm sure you remember everyone there, who helped you, and who continue to help Daddy and I.
Your picture and name was on a great big screen for everyone to see. You are so beautiful Baby Boy, everyone said so. When your name was said, I walked up and placed an ornament on the Tree of Life. It is a little tear dropped shaped crystal. I put it on the highest branch, so it would be closer to you (although Lori had to help bend it down so I could put it on) and then, I read my poem for you.
After that, we got to do an activity called "Message in a bottle". I picked differnt things that reminded me of you, and included the letter's K, J, and J. It was very special, and I am so very glad I went. I love you, to the moon and back Baby Boy. I miss you.
Love
Momma

Champ and I went for a walk today

Hi Buddy

Dad here. Did you see Champ and I today? we went for a walk out to your spot at the park. We had so much fun just walkin' and talkin'. I showed him were we let you go and hang out. Here are some pictures of Champ there. It sure looks different out there eh? with no leaves and cold, but you know what? it doesn't matter what it looks like, it's still your spot.

Your Momma wasn't with us today because as you know she was in Toronto at the sick kids hospital to visit everyone and say the beautiful poem that she wrote (I'm sure she will tell you all of the details later).

Take Care buddy

Love DAD