My Beautiful Boy

Letter 80 – My Beautiful Boy

 

My beautiful boy.

I loved you from the moment you were born, right up to second that you died. I love you now.

I don’t know if our story is over. I don’t know if the one time I saw you will be all that there is. But I do know this. I know that I’m going to look for you, Garrett. I don’t know how long it will take. I don’t know if I will ever get there. But I am going to look. That is my intention for this day, and every day.

And I am asking you, Garrett. With all my heart I am asking you. If I can find my way, will you answer my call?

 

 

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