Memories of our son Frank Ruiz Jr

I look at this photo of you...The kitchen. Still has the keys hanging above the door. Cabinets the same. Everything looks the same, except you are gone. I stand in the spaces you were, and try to feel you. My heart is broken, its broken so badly I think it will never recover. Its so to hard knowing that you are gone from this world, from us, from our touch. You were JUST here, I saw you walking to the car. I walk around everyday with this profound sorrow and a foggy bewildered feeling....I don't know how to do this, my boy. All I know is that I miss you more everyday, and I look to the day we will meet again. You are more loved than you would ever have known, forever. - Mama