Dear Beloved Firstborn,
The amount I miss you, the literal, physical ache I have for us to be together hasn’t diminished, not even slightly. What may hurt the most is knowing that in this life it never will.
You will always be my son, my firstborn, but assuming life goes the way it should this time, there will come a day that you will no longer be my oldest. What a sick, twisted reality. I’m guessing that you knew before your Daddy and I did that you were going to be a brother. That’s likely one of the “perks” of being in Heaven. While there will be no trendy picture with you announcing this news to the world, I have no doubts you know it.
You will always be my son, my firstborn, but assuming life goes the way it should this time, there will come a day that you will no longer be my oldest. What a sick, twisted reality. I’m guessing that you knew before your Daddy and I did that you were going to be a brother. That’s likely one of the “perks” of being in Heaven. While there will be no trendy picture with you announcing this news to the world, I have no doubts you know it.
