I fell sick yesterday. I made lots of naps, & I remembered dreaming of the little angel once again. I miss him. I woke up from that dream, & I looked out at the window infront of me. I saw a beautiful orange, red litted sky. "He's better up there. Much better up there.", Indeed, he's better up there. So I thank God that He has took the little angel up there earlier. Even though people down here on earth really misses him, but the thought that he's better up there, comforts us a little. He no longer needs to suffer. And I thank God for that.
So while Im still down here on earth, I'll daily make a prayer before I make my way to bed. Dear God, Please tuck him to sleep. Play him he's favorite bedtime soundtrack, and tap him on he's little bootie. Love him, embrace him, tell him I love him. I Thank you God, once again that youve taken him. (:
Little angel, I'll meet you when my chores are through, I don't know how long I'll take, But while Im still here down on earth, I will be missing you. I'll always be telling myself how much I love you.
