Jack Jensen September 28, 2004 Dear Jack, I am writing a last good bye to you, my sweet, sweet Jack. I’ll never forget holding you in that hospital bed after working so hard to finally see you with my own eyes. You were so perfect. So handsome, just like Daddy. You just lay there peacefully and sadly still in my aching arms. I would do anything to hold you and rock you gentle in my arms and hear your soft breath, feel your little heart beat and look into your beautiful eyes. You came so close to life, I will never understand why you were taken away from me. Daddy and I were so excited and happy to have you in our life. We had so many plans and so much to share with you. Sometimes we would lie in bed together and just talk about you. Daddy would tell some jokes and make Mommy laugh and then you would move around in my belly. We would both put our hands on you and softly caress you through Mommy’s belly. Sometimes Daddy would read you stories, did you like that? Oh Jack, my darling little son, I’ll never forget you. I will miss you everyday of my life. And I will always wonder what kind of person you would have been. Don’t be afraid, you will never be alone. You have all the love in the world coming from Mommy and Daddy. I promise to carry you in my heart for all time. My heart is a place you can safely play in forever. I have wished you peace. Cookies. Laughter and giggles. Warm socks. Tickles. Toy trucks. Good books. Friends. My hand to hold. Love from Mommy. You may select another name from the memorials list, or return to our home page:

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