Happy Birthday, Elias. Today would have been your fifth birthday. Soon, you’d have been getting ready to start school. You had so much to look forward to… this was not supposed to happen. We weren’t supposed to go “visit” you at the cemetery. I miss you so much!
I often wonder if I told you “I love you” enough. Maybe I should have said it more. I make a point of saying it a lot to your siblings now out of fear that I never said those words enough to you. If I didn’t say it as much as I should, it’s not because I didn’t – I did, and do, and always will.