Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Dear Ben,

Dear Ben,

Visiting you at the cemetery on your birthday was never the plan. The plan was for you to be here with Hillary raising your boys. Although I am grateful for the life you had with all of us it will never have been enough. We miss you and want to see your smile and hear your laugh again. I know you watch over all of us all the time..........

 As I write this, I’m sitting on your gravestone and I cry, listening to music, the random shuffle to see what you want me to hear today and your birthday ballon starts banging me in the back of  the  head right on cue, reminding me that your sense of humor is still here.

Stop your crying and laugh is what I hear. My memories of your silliness live on in a birthday balloon and in the spirits of those goofy little boys. I can’t help but laugh; thank you for making me smile through the tears and reminding me that you are always here. Two 333’s already this morning, I'm going to guess there will be many more before the end of the day and every day to come as there have been since the day you moved on to a higher level of consciousness surrounded by the love of those who share in the loving energy of the universe with you.

Until we meet again I will laugh and be silly in our honor. Thank you again for making me laugh once again which I know is the best medicine for all that ails you! Happy birthday ❤️

I love you kiddo
Momma k

PS last song 'Do you want to build a snowman?' lmao :)

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