Dear Patricia...

When my son was born they brought me a birth certificate so I could name him...I had no intention of letting him leave a hospital with the birth certificate of BOY KING...I named him Robert Allen...
After a favorite Uncle and his father...I knew that the adoptive parents probably would not keep this name but a girl could hope that they would...(they did not)

 

 

Dear Patricia...

 

 

You will never forget the last time you saw your son. He was beautiful and perfect. Ten fingers...ten toes...rosy cheeks and a rose bud mouth all swaddled in blue. That tiny face will be forever etched in your mind.

 

You will always love him...he will always be with you as you hold his heart in your heart.

 

Let me wrap you in my arms...let me give you a strong shoulder to cry on...and an open heart to lean into...a gentle caress to let you know you are not alone...let me comfort you and give you strength. Let me help you to survive. Let me guide you to find peace as you deal with the pain.

 

I am here...I am always here...all you have to do is reach out for me.

 

Know that you are loved.