For Scott 10/17/03 I've reached for words to speak of you and tears have over flown up from the depths of hidden pain and sorrows too well known - empty wells wherein I long to hold you tiny hand, to see your face and hold you close. I cannot understand why one so small and innocent, my only child, my son, should pass from life without a breath, without a chance to run and play in summer sunshine, or to kick through autumn leaves, or know the simple pleasure of a gentle springtime breeze. To share these things and more with you, to watch you as you grow, to be your Dad, and love you Scott, and have a chance to show you all the wonders of God's world - This was my wish, my dream. But now that dream has shattered since our loving God did deem it best to snip away your thread and take you far away to be with Him and wait for me until that far-off day when you and I will once more meet to never be apart. Perhaps in heaven we can play and I can show you part of all the things that God has made, and you and I can share the joy of walking hand-in-hand through all the wonders there.