Remembering my Big Galoot
A piece of my heart is still ripped open. It's been 5 years on April 3 and I miss you, Cody my love, every day. I talk about you, think of you and call Logan by your name. I think of you when I cook chicken (your fave) and hate seeing liverwurst 'cause it reminds me of your pills and your poor hips. But despite all your health problems, you were the happiest, bravest, loving and cleverest boy ever!
Nancy said you were on a hill, the Guardian of RB, watching over everyone there, just as you did in life. I'm so proud of you. Stop by and give mom and dad a kiss when you have a second, OK?
Love you forever and ever. Til we meet again. I'll bring the bucket of tennis balls!