"From the lips of children and infants You have ordained praise because of your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger." Psalm 8:2
June 6, 2008
Dearest Luke,
I can't find words to describe my feelings.
I am relieved that you are in heaven, but sad that you have left us. At your funeral I was crying because I wasn't ready to let you go. My Mom just gave me one of the most precious things in the world:A picture of me holding you. I put it on my dresser. I imagine you in a beautiful meadow playing with Audrey in heaven. You are chasing each other around. One thing in the slide show at your funeral that I'll always remember is when Aunt Nicol was rocking you in her arms and singing "Be Still My Soul." When Summer gets older I'll tell her all about you.
All my love,
Your cousin Jordyn
