Happy Birthday Son

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    Happy Birthday Son

    I wake up every mornin
    thinkin of you, wondering how big you are getting
    Missing all the small things
    That I wish I was there to see you do

    It kills me inside so much
    but I don't show it
    the way I should
    You are everything to me
    Don't get me wrong

    When I first seen you
    You came running to that door
    with the biggest smile on your face
    A smile that I will never forget

    I will always remeber the first time
    you called me dad, It was a feeling
    that I just cannot write

    I had to fight back
    the tears of joy
    of just being there
    able to give you a hug
    for the first time
    for over a year

    I wish I was with you today
    to give you a Happy Birthday in person
    But I guess we know how that goes
    Somehow some way I know you are there
    at your party wishing I was there,

    I will be there soon
    to see you
    to take you places
    and for you to meet your
    other side of your family

    I love you Austin, I miss you the most
    today then I have ever in mylife.
    Hang in there and daddy will take care
    the rest, The best that he can.

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    danmartyjake1 commented on Happy Birthday Son

    12-07-2009

    Wow! Powerful emotions and sadness come form this thought-provoking letter to your son. How beautiful and peaceful it will make him feel when he is able to read it, someday. I hope that you will be reunited and the pain and loss of being apart will fade away from your thoughts and your view. My heart genuinely goes out to you. Your a father that needs to be with his child so much. Bless you for loving your sweet baby so much and wanting to be his Daddy every day. May God Bless You and your family through this time of trial.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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