It has now been over three years since my precious son went to be with Jesus. I think about him every day and wonder what he would be like now. He was always a very compassionate and considerate man.
I had Trevor for the past two weekends and I can see so much of Denny in him. Those looks he gives you when he doesn't want to listen. The stubborness is just like his Uncle Denny. He even walks like his Uncle Denny. He looks so much like Denny that it is very bittersweet when I have him. I love Trevor with my whole life but I so wish that his Uncle Denny could be here to watch him grow up and teach him how to throw a baseball and give him tips on life in general.
Son, I love you and I miss you. It may have been three years but it still seems like it just happened. When I think about it, the pain just about kills me. I will be so glad when I can see you again.