People keep asking where I've found my "strength" in all of this. I believe it is from you. From my son. From your prayers. From the grace of God that is upholding us. From a thousand hands holding up what should be (and is) a heavy cross and making it so much lighter. You are all our little "Simon of Cyrene's" carrying it right along with us. You have made this "bearable" and in some strange twist... even in some ways ...joyful.
I'm aware that sounds SO strange, especially today, the day we laid our son to rest, that we brought his body to the cemetery in his "little bed" (as Ava calls his beautiful casket) and laid him to "sleep". I even found the strength to sing him one last lullaby during his funeral. BUT for those of you who were there... you know what I'm talking of. It was beautiful.
This is the grace my son has given to me... to us... to our family. I KNOW, I just KNOW he is being well cared for and though I couldn't hold him long, I am certain that Our Lady... my mother... his mother... has not let him out of her arms for a moment since we gave him to her.
I said I will not make this long, but I just really needed to thank you all once again for the gift you have given us of entering into our grief with us and carrying us during this time. We love you so much. So much.