In memory of my son Tony,

8 years have passed without you here.

When the leaves start changing colors,

And the smell of fall begins, it reminds me of the day I held you close and had to let you go.

I look into the sky at night and know your looking back.

If only I could reach so high.

To hold your hand and hug you one last time.

I hear you speak to me. You never will be far. I carry you always in my heart.

Loving you and missing you,

TJ

Always remember, that your hand is always held by someone who never grips too tightly, but yet never lets go.