First Published on Into Heartbreak and Back on May 23, 2014
Awhile ago I found our son. I stumbled upon this blog and there were pictures of this sweet little boy named… wait for it….Ryan. That’s right, Ryan. Funny that. He has a round face like mine and beautiful red hair like you and guess what? Its curly like ours! So so sweet! I love him and want to hug him all day long and carry him around on my hip.
Looking at these beautiful pictures of this beautiful boy makes me long for you and a future that may never be. In this little stranger I see a future that could be born of you and me. Do I mourn this future or do I still hope in it?
Here is the saddest of the saddest of the saddest of all stories ever told: 3 weeks ago this little boy, little Ryan, little person You and I could make some day…. was hit by a car. 3 weeks ago this burst of life died. He died. I cannot even believe it. I mean, I never knew him. Only the hope of “him” through his pictures. But I loved him. Still do. Because he reminds me of me. He reminds me of you.
Dear Ryan (and Ryan), may you forever remain as pure joy and light. That is what you are to me. Pure Joy. Light.