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I am thinking of all of the angels especially today. I wanted to share the poem I wrote and read at SU last month in honor of our son, Naethyn. I wanted to thank the Planning Committee for asking me to do this. It would have never been written otherwise. I sat in our closet near our angel's ashes and this is what poured out:

A Birthday

It's been a few years since I heard the official news                                              

Your heart no longer beating, your body slowly turning blue

Still in shock and listening to the nurses say

You should hold him soon and without delay

He is perfect, just perfect they all said

And for one brief moment, I believed that you weren't dead

You looked so peaceful and at rest

Mommy guilt rushing in as I couldn't give you my best

Laying you gently in your daddy's arm

Feeling helpless he couldn't keep you from harm

Do you want him in the room with you we were asked again?

Realizing our dream of three musketeers was at an end

We talked and talked about you throughout the night

Staring at the picture of holding you so tight

The next morning, the calls started to come in

Hard to believe that hours earlier you were still within

Your grandma called to wish us well

Couldn't she fathom that we were going through hell?

She said, "The toilet in the master bathroom is on the fritz!"

Didn't she understand that our hearts were breaking into bits?

Trying to get stronger with transfusions both plasma and red

I promised myself then that I would continue to get out of bed

Leaving the hospital, listening to "Home" by Michael Buble

Furiously wiping away the tears as we slowly drove away

It's been a few years and your older brothers are growing up so fast

I wish there was a pause button hoping their childhoods would last

We miss you, we love you, we say each and everyday

And along the way you send us butterflies letting us know that somehow you're okay.