Dear Mike,
I miss you.
I miss seeing your cute smirk when David says something funny.
I miss seeing you in your Suzuki jacket getting ready for a ride.
I miss your dirty dishes in the sink.
I miss you coming in the door or walking down the stairs 5 minutes after David goes down for a nap.
I want to see you dance.
Thanks for being so brave.
Thanks for always being kind and respectful to me, doctors and others.
Thanks for putting up with me as I'm trying to figure this all out.
Thanks for continuing to fight.
Thanks for living life to its fullest.
Thanks for trusting God.
I respect your decisions.
I love you - get better soon.
Love,
Mom
P.S. CF sucks!
I wish you had a room so I could send this to you in a card.