Memories of our son Frank Ruiz Jr

I woke up this morning and wanted to talk to you so badly. I have been having a tough time, yeah worse than usual....I just can't seem to move through my life anymore. Its so hard to get through a day. I just want to sleep. I want to tell you about the baby, my art, my ideas, send you off the wall shit from the internet. I want to laugh with you like no one else ever made me laugh. You always got my sense of humor, and my sideways thinking. I miss you saying, "Allllright (making fun of me", and your "Dieter" voice, and your hugs. I love you so much, Frankie. I hope that heaven is real, because I hold on to that so tightly. If we never get to "see" each other again, I would give up, because then, whats the point? I love your son so much, it hurts. He is a joy and a sorrow because he is SO much like you....I hold on, sweetie. But, my grip is slipping.