February has come again to start a new beginning, but to me it is just another year to rekindle the pain I am feeling. The month my life ended it was the beginning of an injury that can never, ever be mended. It was the coldness of an empty heart the constant weeping of a mother. So my son, with the greatest pain, I send you all my love until the day I see you again in the heaven above.

I love you son and miss you terribly, Jennie.