Bubby

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rom:  ()
Story type: Angel
Location: my bedroom
Source: Form Submission

About two years ago a little boy at three years died, he was everyone's baby, (but his mother's the most of course.) he was loved so dearly by all who knew him. I always think about him and wonder why he was taken so young and why he went the way he did. Like many nights, before i went to sleep i talked to him as if i were praying to god but just talking to him. Asking the same questions everytime, but this time i was put to rest. The next thing i know is I'm waking up crying and stroking his head like i always did, but he wasn't there.....but i wasn't crying my heartstabbing tears i was crying because i felt at peace like he touched my heart to let me know he was ok. i just wish his mother and the rest could know the same maybe someday if they ask they will. RIP Bubby, I'll see you when i get up there.