William, my beloved son, with your ginger hair and your beautiful face. Your illness took you at an incredible pace. With your tears in heaven and the grief on my face, I am happy to know you are in a much better place.

There are no words that can ever truly explain the feelings I have, the sorrow and the pain. You will forever be my guiding light, my shining star, and the angel's delight.

If I could have just one more chance to see you smile with one more glance. Or just be with you for a little while, to hold you tightly or go that extra mile.

I wish that God had let you stay; if not forever, then for just one more day. If you saw me in heaven, would you know my name? Would things be different or still be the same?

If I reached out, would you hold my hand? If you pulled away, I would understand. If I reached out to you, would it make your day? Would you accept my hand and ask me to stay?

Now I must live with the fact that you are gone. But rest assured, my heart will go on. You have your wings, and you must fly. Goodbye, my son. Your dad needs to cry.

I LOVE YOU, SON. GOODBYE.