Austin Dean Flint

Happy seventh birthday to my best boy ever, Austin Dean Flint.

If roses grow in Heaven, Lord

Please pick a bunch for me,

Place them in my sons arms and tell him they're from me.

Tell him I love him and miss him,

And when he turns to smile, place a kiss on his cheek

And hold him for a while.

Remembering him is easy,

I do it every day,

But there's an ache within my heart

That will never go away.

Love you and miss you so much Austin!