Sunday 6th December
Tonight as I was preparing dinner, I was half watching The Polar Express on the television in the kitchen.
You and I used to watch this film together every year; you knew I liked it, and would remind me what day it was on, and at what time. It is a magical story, and one to which we could both relate; whether it was the main character struggling with his belief of Santa Claus, or the quiet, lonely boy, shyly making friends and accepting presents, or the parents who fail to hear the sound of the bell.
The bell still rings for me, for you.
I truly believe you are with me, now and always.
I can’t see you, but I know you’re there.
I love you so much.
I miss you more than ever.
Treasured Angel son.