Happy birthday, my sweet one

Happy birthday, my sweet one. Now you are 4 years old. My friend Caitilin says for that makes you a proper preschooler! You would be so big now. You're a big brother now. I imagine you so often, blond like your mommy and daddy were at this age. I imagine you being mischievousness when I'm rocking your brother to sleep, imagine you being so sweet and so loved.

You are loved and missed, my sweet Charlie. We visited your grave, and your brother got to visit for the first time. We cared for your garden; that's how we care for you. Your family gathered carefully together, in this strange time, so we could still celebrate your life and remember you. We have to be far apart, but our hearts are so close together.

June 19, 2016 †