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Letters to My Departed Son – Dear Brandon, shares personal letters from a grieving mother to her beloved son as he battles and sadly loses an insurmountable health challenge.

Letters to My Departed Son – Dear Brandon, shares personal letters from a grieving mother to her beloved son as he battles and sadly loses an insurmountable health challenge.

Brandon… Brandon, our beautiful boy.

You gave us life…you gave us joy.

How could we know that your body

Was not perfect from the start

That those big engaging eyes

Would only shine for a short time

That all your dreams would not come true?

Brandon…Brandon, our courageous boy.

You gave us life…you gave us joy.

We loved you so hard and often wished

we could keep you close forever.

But you were meant to spread your wings

and extend to lives we never knew

Extend to hearts deserving of your love…

Deserving of your gift.

Brandon…Brandon, our witty boy.

You gave us life…you gave us joy.

How do we go on without you here?

The absence of your laughter… your jokes… your taunting

The emptiness we feel is impossible to bear.

Brandon…Brandon, our loving boy.

You gave us life…you gave us joy.

We are forced to accept that which shall never be

Like seeing your education complete

Or the start of your career

Or seeing you with your lifetime mate

And children of your own.

Brandon…Brandon, our beautiful boy.

You gave us life…you gave us joy.

We continue to try to understand

That God must have another plan

That our time with you was decided from the beginning.

So let us say “Goodbye” for now

and pray that one day we will once again take your hand.

Brandon…Brandon our beautiful boy

Brandon… Brandon,

our beautiful boy.

You gave us life…you gave us joy.

How could we know that your body

Was not perfect from the start

That those big engaging eyes

Would only shine for a short time

That all your dreams

Would not come true?

Brandon…Brandon,

Our courageous boy.

You gave us life…you gave us joy.

We loved you so hard

And often wished

we could keep you close forever.

But you were meant

To spread your wings

and extend to lives we never knew

Extend to hearts

deserving of your love…

Deserving of your gift.

Brandon…Brandon, our witty boy.

You gave us life…you gave us joy.

How do we go on without you here?

The absence of your laughter…

your jokes… your taunting

The emptiness we feel is

impossible to bear.

Brandon…Brandon, our loving boy.

You gave us life…you gave us joy.

We are forced to accept

that which shall never be

Like seeing your education complete

Or the start of your career

Or seeing you

with your lifetime mate

And children of your own.

Brandon…Brandon, our beautiful boy.

You gave us life…you gave us joy.

We continue to try to understand

That God must have another plan

That our time with you

was decided from the beginning.

So let us say “Goodbye” for now

and pray that one day

we will once again take your hand.

Brandon…Brandon our beautiful boy