This is what I heard someone call my little boy today. I didn’t ignore it. I asked. I glared. What did you say? The kid muttered under his breath. Nothing. We walked to the car and he was quiet. He’s a boy who takes everything into himself. When he shares, it’s a gift. It has a meaning beyond what it is
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Please consider printing this up and handing it to him.
Yeah, it might not matter or he might pretend it doesn't. But it might matter a lot.
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Your words were beautiful.
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My mom passed away and left tons of stuff for us kids (three children), though not really things like the content of this 'letter' here. Your suggestion makes me wonder, though - what did she have to say? What would she have said? What couldn't she tell me to my face?
Never skip out on the chance to pass down memories to your children. It could all end in a heartbeat and you'll lose that chance forever.
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FYI, while you know how I responded to this entry, my asking you was actually a matter of popular demand.
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I wanted to say much, but decided to post on my own blog and giving you this link to my blog directly, if/when you're able to read there.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/da_rosas/147402.html
It is a custom filtered blog entry (I've friended you so you can access it). No obligation to respond certainly, but I hope you'll read it and accept my thanks for writing this poignant - what I consider a true "love letter" to your son some day. Like the original commentator, as well, I also think this is a beautiful letter to give your son some day to read, when he's mature enough to do so.
Peace, courage, strength, and love to you always.
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