Jarred walked into the room and closed the door behind him. The constant beep and buzz of machines filled the hospital room as a motionless body lay clinging to life.
“I don’t know how to start or what to say,” began Jarred, “I don’t even know if you can hear me, the doctors say no. They say every breath could be your last, and I don’t want to believe them. I really don’t, but all these machines tell me I should.
“With all that I can I’ve asked God to give me more time with you. I reckon my cries are louder than yours ever were. And God only ever says two things back, “Be thankful,” and “I’ll take care of him. ”
“So that’s it, you’re going home and I’m thankful for the days I got. And I’ll always look forward to the day when I can get to know you when I go home too. Until then my dear, precious, wonderful, amazing, beautiful, newborn son…