Thomas was born and he lived for a day.
Then we held him as he died, and we cried...
... and afterwards, we looked and looked, and hugged him close as we continued to cry.
We saw Thomas one last time and kissed him goodbye...
... and then we buried him and we cried.
We celebrate Thomas' birthday each year, and we give him a bear.
|John Paul Bear|
We visit the cemetery and take along balloons and flowers...
... and I try not to cry, as we remember.
Happy 13th Birthday Thomas. We love you.
Today, I can only find a few words. And the photos are blurry but they are all we have.