Letter to Devyn from Meme and Grandpa

Today is our 14th day with you, my little one. You are so strong that your little body refuses to give up. Such is the strength of great men. We are sad but we know as Kahil Gibran said so wisely, that "Sadness is the wall between two gardens". We await the time when we join you in God's garden to again see you and play with you.

As little as you are, just 29 months old, you made your mark in this old world. Your uniqueness shone in unforgettable ways. All we have to do is close our eyes and see you in our memories.

There you are:

The one with the beaming smile. Our sunshine boy. Never have I seen or will ever see again in this world, such a sunbeam smile. It took up your whole face. It had the look of, watch out, I am up to something and it is going to be funny. Oh, by the way, good to see you again.

The one with the open arms and the tight hugs and wet kisses. Most two year old boys kiss and hug, but you were a little different in that you loved it and lingered for more. Your little arms around our necks tightened and meant, give me more hugs, Meme and Grandpa.

The one who watched and observed. You were little but your personality already was shining through. You were the one who was going to give advice to your brothers. You were the one who didn't react until you could figure it out. You really saw sometimes what others couldn't see.

The one with the big wide blue eyes. Your intelligence and curiosity was blossoming and shone in those bright blue eyes. You learned fast and in your humorous way tried to get the best of your mom. With us, those eyes melted away any chance of getting scolded.

The one who loved chocolate. How can any of us forget that birthday cake all over your face. The glee with which you ate and then laughed out loud. Your chocolate bunny is at home on the counter, and you can have it. Just eat it at night when no one is looking. We won't tell.

The one who let his brother start the fights, but didn't back down. As sweet and soft hearted as you are, you let your little brother know that you were not a pushover. You may have had small scars, but so did he.

We will miss you, little one. We will miss you terribly. We look forward to see you on the other side of the wall. Remember, honey, don't pick the roses with the thorns, they pinch.

Love,
Meme and Grandpa