Letter 72 – My Springtime Baby

Dear Garrett,

The time is getting close to the day you died, one year ago. I have relived that day, and accounted for it, the best I can, at this time. It took me seventy-one letters to find my way there. I see your beautiful form laying on the floor. My hand on your stomach, and I stroke your hair.

That day was the worst day of my life. If I could change anything about that day so you didn’t die, I would do it. If I could go back in time and do that day over, I would leap on it in an instant. How I have wished for that, so many times.

You were my springtime baby. The day that you died, and the day I gave birth to you, are coming soon. Five days after you died, you would have turned eighteen.