Two days from today, James would have been 45 years old! (The blonde) Words cannot express how deeply I miss him. He was a good boy, never got into any trouble, even slept the night through from birth! The only time I ever walked the floor with him was when he was teething. He had an infectious laugh, a big heart. He was sensitive, friendly, and knowledgeable. And above all else, he loved God. And lived his religion.
Happy Birthday in Heaven, Son, until we meet again.
What memories are you mulling today?
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