This is a difficult post to write. This is Mitch, the child I hold in my heart. The sweet memories are a priceless treasure. I am grateful for the time God saw fit to give us. I am so thankful, too, that He saw fit to give me other children to love.
When a child dies, a piece of who we are is gone but, this I know for sure---a part of Mitch lives on in all my children. Though each child is a unique and special gift, with different talents, personalities, goals and ambitions, their lives all came from my life. We are intertwined. We are separate, yet we are one.
Mitch had a knack for putting people at ease. He was witty, had many friends and gave pleasure to those around him. I talk to him often and sometimes end with, "Sweetheart, save the last dance for me!"