It's Christmas eve. We were at the Grocholski house. I pictured you there with me so many times. I was so excited to have a 2 and a half month old with me at the Christmas table. I was so excited to have you with my family and seeing our traditions and having you take part in them. You should be here with us. I should be showing you off and everyone would be so in awe of your beauty. But no, instead you're not here. You're dead. And I can't have you on your first Christmas.
I love you, Jack. I miss you. Goodnight, sweet prince.
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