Happy Birthday

[Mommy]

Happy Birthday, my darling son.

Today is Christmas, and on this day Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus, so why don't we say Happy Birthday, Jesus? Instead we go around saying Merry Christmas, an expression emanating from the 16th century in England. You are forty-five years old in earth years, but in Heaven you are ageless. So is Jesus. He will always be thirty-three and you will always be twenty-six. You always shared your birthday party on Christmas Eve, with Jesus.

Can you help me understand where you are? How you are? What is it like? I have for years had repeated dreams about houses and rooms. The same houses reappear in different dreams and different scenarios. Sometimes I am in a house with so many rooms and I know I haven't seen them all, or I am lost or confused. In your Bible Jesus tells his disciples and me, "Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God: trust also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms: if that were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going." John 14:1-3  So his eyes had already seen it? Jesus came from Heaven. Do you see Jesus?

You showed me a vision of heaven shortly after you left us. It was a field with a mountain behind, everything covered in solid green grass. You walked up to me, wearing a medium blue suit, shirt open, no tie, hugged me and said you loved me. Your friend was with us. Behind us was a white ice cream table and two chairs with someone sitting on one, faced away from us. I have been forever thankful for this. I am living the life of a mortal, which is what I am. I was corrupted in this body. I can die and perish. But I know because I believe that Jesus Christ died for me, I will not perish after all, for when Jesus returns and the last trumpet sounds, I will be immortal - living with our Lord forever. Save me that seat. 

I know where you are, Michael. I know your heart. I read from your Bible. I wear your cross, the cross you wore when you were twelve and thirteen and asked to be baptized. It didn't happen then, but I know you know that I baptized you on your death bed. I know your heart. I know what you believed and what you wanted. I am your mother.

You will always be my darling son, forever.

Mommy

[Danny Seo]

45 … wow.  

Happy 45th Mikey.  

I’ll never forget how we took a subway-cab- -boat taxi only to hike for an hour on an island to get to surf Hong Kong all to ourselves.  

I only hope that my son will seek such adventure with close pals.  

Say hi to my pops for me pls … 

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[Jim Blair]

Troas, 

Thank you for sharing these annual messages, which remind us that our destiny is not death but a permanent reminder of a future which unites us with the our Lord.  The passage of time since Michael left us has included many other loved ones that we held close and lost, but as we get closer to joining them, it is not something that we fear.  

With love to you and Mark from Susan and Jim Blair, hoping to catch a meal together when we spend February 15 to April 15 in La Quinta

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On Dec 26, 2025, at 12:43 AM, Mommy <tro...@gmail.com> wrote:

Happy Birthday, my darling son.

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