My dearest Sebastion,
Words cannot even begin to express how much Mommy misses you. I carry you in my heart everywhere I go, and honestly since you left us, I dread going most places. Everytime I leave the house, something makes me think of you. Wether it be a song on the radio, a cloud in the sky, a little twinkle in my eye, or the butterfly that just flew by. It all makes me think of you. And the moments we will never share. The book I ordered for your big sister arrived today, I plan to read it to her this evening, and I know I will not be able to hold back the tears. You see, the book is about you. It is titled 'We were gonna have a baby, But we had an ANGEL instead'. Your sister has been wondering where you are. She misses you too, and she never even got to meet you. She did see you once... she was in the room with me when Mommy had to have an emergency ultrasound, the day after I started bleeding. Grandma Cheryl was there too. That was when we found out you were a boy. Jessica (The ultrasound lady) told us that she couldn't be 100% sure, but at just 12 weeks, she could see a little wee wee between your little legs. As she printed off pictures for mommy to bring home and show daddy, your sister claimed them all as hers. "My baby" she would say, which within a matter of days turned into "my baby bro-der". She misses you bunches. And she now refers to you as 'Ashton'.
I recently came accross this self portrait. It was the last photo taken of me before you died. I took the picture for your daddy to show him that I was missing him while I was at work.
I am so sorry that I failed you. I cannot help but to feel guilt that I should have done something different. Looking back, I wish I had gone to the hospital that night that I left work, maybe if I had... just maybe, you would still be with us. I know. I know. Nothing will change the fact that you are not here. I do not know how to greive. I have never been one to express my inner-most feelings. I have always been the listener. The observer. How on earth am I supposed to move on when my heart has been ripped into pieces?
I will try.
I love you baby,