Bentley,
I am sitting in your room. I look around, and I see all your things. You crib that sits empty. Your changing tables that still holds your tiny little diapers that you never got to wear. I glance to your bassinet--you should be there. And, you aren't there. Your car seat is sitting on the floor--it shouldn't be there. It should be in our car. Your MamaRoo that mommy and daddy were so excited to purchase--it's just sitting there. Never used. We were so anxious to use it. I just kept looking at it in the weeks leading up to your passing. I would tell your daddy, "Soon, Bentley will be sitting there. Soon he will watch Steeler's games with us."
You have tons of books, books we bought for you at almost every yard sale we went to. I can't say that you never heard us read them to you because that'd be a lie. Your daddy used to read books to you. It was precious. I know you loved those books because you wouuld kick me. Sometimes he would stop reading, and you just would keep kicking my stomach. Now, you didn't kick so much when Daddy and Mommy would sing. Ha, you knew we were horrible singers.
We look through your clothes. Man, Bentley, you would have been so stylish. You have clothes all the way until 3 years old filled in that closet of yours. One could get lost in there with the amount of clothes you had. Your dresser is filled with tiny little outfits, each one your mom and dad picked out with hopes to see you wear them. Each one with love. You even had a pair of Jordan sneakers. They were UNC colors. Your dad hung them in the car so that you can apart of our car rides every time we get in.
Your room is full of so many memories. I love coming in here. I loved to sit here and just think. I think about you everywhere that I am, but I come in here, and the tears flood. I miss you. Daddy misses you. Bailey misses you. We all do. You left your mark on our lives. I love you Bentley. Always and forever.
I think about all the memories that we could have had. The moments of our lives that won't ever happen....death tore al the pages away...
love you!
I am sitting in your room. I look around, and I see all your things. You crib that sits empty. Your changing tables that still holds your tiny little diapers that you never got to wear. I glance to your bassinet--you should be there. And, you aren't there. Your car seat is sitting on the floor--it shouldn't be there. It should be in our car. Your MamaRoo that mommy and daddy were so excited to purchase--it's just sitting there. Never used. We were so anxious to use it. I just kept looking at it in the weeks leading up to your passing. I would tell your daddy, "Soon, Bentley will be sitting there. Soon he will watch Steeler's games with us."
You have tons of books, books we bought for you at almost every yard sale we went to. I can't say that you never heard us read them to you because that'd be a lie. Your daddy used to read books to you. It was precious. I know you loved those books because you wouuld kick me. Sometimes he would stop reading, and you just would keep kicking my stomach. Now, you didn't kick so much when Daddy and Mommy would sing. Ha, you knew we were horrible singers.
We look through your clothes. Man, Bentley, you would have been so stylish. You have clothes all the way until 3 years old filled in that closet of yours. One could get lost in there with the amount of clothes you had. Your dresser is filled with tiny little outfits, each one your mom and dad picked out with hopes to see you wear them. Each one with love. You even had a pair of Jordan sneakers. They were UNC colors. Your dad hung them in the car so that you can apart of our car rides every time we get in.
Your room is full of so many memories. I love coming in here. I loved to sit here and just think. I think about you everywhere that I am, but I come in here, and the tears flood. I miss you. Daddy misses you. Bailey misses you. We all do. You left your mark on our lives. I love you Bentley. Always and forever.
I think about all the memories that we could have had. The moments of our lives that won't ever happen....death tore al the pages away...
love you!