There really are no words but there is overwhelming amounts of love and support…and food. We are forever grateful for the outpouring of love and care.
The past couple of days I have had the opportunity to learn things about Jaidon that I may never have known. My heart is full of pride and love knowing that he had a much fuller life than I knew. His friends a amazing and we love them all so much. Our hearts ache for them as well.
But it pains me deeply that the stories are finite. I won’t get to watch my baby boy graduate college, walk down the aisle, have his own babies, be “cool Uncle Jaidon”, be a Papa.
No parent should ever be asked the question “do you want the same casket for your son as you had for your father?”
I’m trying to find peace that he is with my dad, his dog Gracie, and his dear friend Camille, but can’t get past the fact that I buried my sweet child in my cemetery plot. I was supposed to be there, not him. He was supposed to bury me, not me him.