Dearest Michael,
Thirty-seven years old. That is how old you would be. Instead you are ageless. Always 26. I can't say Happy Birthday because that would be a celebration of another year experienced. I don't know what you are experiencing for sure. What I do know is what the Bible tells me: that where you are there Is no pain, no fear and no death. Only peace, love and joy. God speaks to us from the depths of eternity, and thanks to Jesus I can celebrate your rebirth into eternal life.
We have had another birth here, Michael. The miracle of life repeating itself. He is Finley Michael Patrick Byrne, Katie and Peter's son, Sophia's brother, your nephew. He is beautiful. Named after you and Patrick. He will grow up to know his two uncles though they will never be able to hold him. I hope you and Patrick have met by now. You are both going to be busy watching over them.
I love you and I miss you so much, Michael. Your dad said he misses you more now than ever, if that is possible. While the distance of ten and one half years seems to soften the hurt, just as Mother said it would, the vision on the horizon getting closer is a sweet consolation.
Mommy