And stolen. Stolen.  Allowed, for a higher purpose. His purposes. I am sorry for your pain, little one. You were my never-ending shadow. Now, I hide in the shadows of life, vigilantly awaiting your return. I overshadow you with prayer and love, with every step you take, every breathe you draw, and every mistake you will ever make. I love you. Mommy loves YOU! I am always here, because I never left. Until we meet again. I love you son.

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