we sure are missing you baby. Jocelyn's been picking up your old toys and just holding them. we've talked about everything we would trade if we could have you and Danny back.
I keep remembering your heart scan and your brain scan and how they let me get up in the bed with you to keep you calm and relaxed. Patrick that was horrible. You dont know because you think it happens to everyone because of your limited experiences, but it was not good. Not all babies get those tests. So this is crazy, but I wish I could be laying back in the bed with you. Knowing that Jocelyn is safe and someone fun is watching her and you and me could just rest together.
i still cannot believe you are gone. that this is a part of the plan... that I am somehow supposed to get on with this life. i was supposed to be a mommy to you. i was supposed to teach you and Daniel to take care of each other, and not to terrorize your sister. I was supposed to teach you to eat healthy and play hard and love God. i cannot wrap my mind around whats left.
i miss your smell and your skin and absolutely everything, Patrick. My little Patrick James Wethington.
