I held my son in my arms for an hour. He was mine, ours. Loved and wanted. I can feel him in my arms. I can hear myself singing to him.
He would have been 5 today. He would have been a little boy. My little boy. Our little boy. There would have been presents and cake. He would have been so very loved.
He would have. . .
I can fill a life with those words.
Just not his life.
Because he couldn’t stay.
Dear friends and loved ones,
With great joy and heartbreak, we wish to announce: at 10:26 PM on December 10, 2007, Gabriel Anton was born into the hands of Cathy, his midwife, sang to in the arms of his mother, rocked in the arms of his father, bathed in the arms of his grandmother, and baptized in the arms of Regula, his Parish Priest.
At just after 11 PM, he was carried to Heaven in the arms of the Angels, where we will meet him again one day. At 520 grams (1 pound 2.4 ounces), and 33 cm (13 inches) he was wee, with 10 fingers and toes, and a full head of hair. He was a perfect, but very tiny baby.
For where your treasure is, there also will be your heart. Luke 12:34