This letter comes with tears and heartache, and late, because I couldn't quite write it last week. My father, your Popa Penrod, passed away this week. He passed away on Monday, May 11th at 6:17pm at Baylor Heart Hospital in Plano, TX. He passed away with Grandma, all of your aunts and uncles and a great aunt and uncle by his side. It was one of the most difficult moments of my life, and when you are older I will share the experience with you. The week before he passed away when he was a little more lucid, he wanted to feel you kicking. You kicked him good a few times. He so wanted to be there to hold you on the day you were born, to give you kisses and sing you one of the songs he wrote. I am going to really struggle with that reality on the day you are born. It will be a day of great joy and also of some sadness for me. Your grandma will be there and will snuggle you for both of them.
I don't know that there is much more I can say except, I love you. I am grateful for you... feeling you kicking me and rolling around brought me such a peace this week. While one life was fading, one was growing... It showed me the true circle of life - before my very eyes. How do I say how much you are loved, except to say it? I do I show you how much you are loved, except to show you? I so look forward to lots of snuggles and kisses in 14 short weeks.
I love you, my beautiful son.
Mommy
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