The sky is crying and the flags are at half mast. It is a sad, sad day. But it is also your day,
Noah, my little man.
I will miss your forceful and purposeful little steps stomping through our house. I will miss your perpetual smile, the twinkle in your dark blue eyes, framed by eyelashes that would be the envy of any lady in this room. Most of all I will miss your visions of your future. You wanted to be a doctor, a soldier and a taco factory manager. It was your favorite food and no doubt you wanted to insure that the world kept producing tacos.
You were a little boy whose life force had all the gravitational pull of a celestial body. You were light and love, mischief and pranks. You adored your family with every fiber of your six-year old body.
We are all of us elevated in our humanity by having known you. A little maverick, who didn’t always want to do his school work or clean up his toys when practicing his Ninja moves or Super Mario on the wii seemed far more important.
Noah, you will not pass through this way again. I can only believe that you were planted on Earth to bloom in Heaven. Take flight, my boy. Soar. You now have the wings you always wanted. Go to that peaceful valley that we will all one day come to know. I will join you some day. But not today. I still have a lot of mommy love to give to Danielle, Michael, Sophia and Arielle.
Until then your melody will linger in our hearts forever.
Mama loves you, little man.