Garrett

December 3, 2003

To Brian and Kim:
Just remember, he’s not gone.
He’s all around us, in the sunshine and the rain.
When the wind whispers through the trees
you will hear him laughing.
And when you see it gathering the clouds into funny shapes,
it’s him playing.
And when the fall leaves turn red and gold,
and when the grass grows back green in the Spring,
and the sky turns pink and purple at sunset,
he’s helping God to paint them.
He will always, always be your special little boy.
A gift from God.
A gift now from you to God.
Because God needed to bring him to Heaven.
To help the wind whistle through the trees.
And to help make shapes in the clouds.
And to fingerpaint the leaves, and the grass, and the sky.