These past few days have been the hardest to deal with. I am sometimes thankful that you are so young and innocent that you have a hard time understanding the world around you. I want to shield you from all the hurt and shame that this world has to face. First of all, on Friday, December 14th, there was a tragic shooting at an elementary school in a small town of Connecticut. Mommy was having surgery that morning to have her gallbladder removed, and while in recovery, I saw it on the news. It breaks my heart because 20 children lost their lives, as well as 8 adults. It makes me sad because you are so young, and now I am scared to send you off to school in a few years. I am sad because these kids won't get to see Christmas. This is supposed to be a time for celebration and happiness, not fear and heartbreak.
While mommy was in the hospital, you were so worried about me. I had to stay for a little while to recover, and when daddy tried to take you home after lunch to take a nap, you refused. He said you cried all the way home, and that you wanted your mommy. That made me so sad, but I knew you were in good hands. Plus, you would eventually come back to see me.
On Saturday, December 15th, mommy went down to your Aunt Jenny and Uncle Chris's house to make cookies with Grandma. I was only there for a little while before you and daddy came to pick me up to go to the Christmas party that afternoon. I missed you so much while you were gone. And I didn't really get to see you again until Sunday night when we got home after making all sorts of delicious cookies and candies. Oh little one, you make my heart so happy.
Sunday was a tragic day. I know you are too young to understand this either, but I want you to remember someone. Your Godfather, Jeff, was a police officer who was shot and killed while on duty Sunday night. Jeff had always wanted to be a police office since he was a little boy in 2nd grade. It was his dream. Daddy and Jeff were best friends, and Jeff was Daddy's best man at our wedding. Daddy has known Jeff since he was in 1st grade, and they have grown up together all throughout school. Daddy and I decided to have you baptised when you were just shy of 3 months old, and we picked Jeff as your Godfather because he is such a good man and a good role model. We wanted you to have someone who would be an inspiration on your life. Jeff has a little boy who is just 1 week younger than you, and I hope that you will still get to see him growing up. It would be really neat if you two would end up being best friends someday too, although we wouldn't pick your friends for you. Aidan, I know you are still a young child who doesn't know the things that happen in this world, but someday, you will understand. I want you to always remember that you had an "Uncle" Jeff, because he was a brother to your daddy, and we want to make sure we keep his memory alive in our hearts forever. Daddy and I believe that Jeff will be watching over all of us from Heaven above.
When we lose someone we love
We learn to trust somehow
That a new life in a brighter place
Is just beginning now
A place of grace and peace and joy
Beyond all time and sorrow
Where loving hearts who part today
Will meet again tomorrow
-unknown-
With all my love,
Mommy
**RIP Jeff**
1983-2012
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