By Kay Heitsch
When your child dies, you miss many things about them.
One
thing is the smell of the child. I remember holding Todd's letterman jacket to catch a scent of him. I'm sure other parents whose child has died may have done the same thing.
Another thing is hearing the child's voice. Brandon was only 2 1/2 when Todd died. As Brandon got older, his voice began to change.
One day, Brandon was upstairs when he called down to me. It was the strangest thing, but when Brandon called me, he sounded exactly like Todd.
As Todd's birthday approaches, it's interesting to see what things come to mind, even after many years.
These two memories are special to me and bring tears to my eyes and a smile as I remember.
Remember how I led you on this long journey. Deuteronomy 8:2
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