In loving memory

“If children have the ability to ignore all odds and

 percentages, then maybe we can all learn from them. When

 you think about it, what other choice is there but to hope?

 We have two options, medically and emotionally: give up, or

 Fight Like Hell.”

-Lance Armstrong


a friend who visited me in the hospital asked me after i lost wyatt, "how could i have so much hope that he was going to be ok?" i had to ask her, "how could i not?" that was my baby, hope was my only option, that and to Fight Like Hell. which we did for those 13 miraculous days we spent with him. he was a fighter, my little guy, and from watching him it would always restore my hope.

missing him still. wondering if there is anybody in my life that will ever really "get it".

sad to know that it has been two years but happy to know that it brings me two years closer to him.

i miss you my little monkey. i can't wait until you are in my arms again.

paula
wyatt's mommy

two years ago today, i held for the last time, this side of heaven, the biggest miracle in the tiniest package. he had the heart of a lion and took a piece of my heart when he left. life will never be the same. he was mine and i was his and i can't wait until i get to hold him again. he is loved and missed everyday.

i love you my little monkey!!! 2 years closer to you.

It is a normal parental instinct to miss our children when they are away from us.  So it is, that for however long it takes, 10 or 25 or 100 years until I see Wyatt again, I will miss him.

"Before you were born I carried you under my heart. From the moment you arrived in this world until the moment I leave it, I will always carry you in my heart."

miss you sweet boy.

i miss him
i miss him
I miss him
I Miss Him
I MISS HIM

he should be here. this is all wrong. some really long drawn out bad dream. it needs to end. i need him here with me.

i need to call his name and have him answer. i need him to come and snuggle while we read is favorite book.

i need to know what he would look like, act like, who at 2 yrs. old he would be.

i physically hurt for him and am afraid i may never move from this spot without him here.

the tears fall, the head throbs, and m arms still ache for him.

Wyatt, Wyatt, Wyatt, Wyatt, Wyatt,

i am hurting and have no one. no one who understands and no one who really wants to try.

my heart feels empty