These are my letters to Tyler. They are the conversations that we would have on a daily basis. We can't do that any more. In some small way, this is my tribute to my son and probably my way of healing. Every night we would talk about everything. I can still do that, and I know he's listening.
Saturday, March 17, 2018
One of Mom's favorite pictures of our hands together with the 4-leaf clover
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