I pour out my deepest feelings in this book, consisting of how much I love you and wish you were here. At the same time, I’ve drowning in my own sorrows, as I am a sorrowful person. But I still write letters to you in this journal to give me a sense of hope; a feeling that I am not alone. I do this even though you are gone, so it will feel like you are right here with me.
I remember how you used to read me passages from the Bible. I recall the line from 1 Corintheans 13:13, “And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.” I haven’t been to church since you took me when I was little. I feel as if I let you down. You were a great Christian. You were the one who taught me that Jesus is my Savior and that God loves and protects all of his children. You told me about heaven, and that our loved ones who pass away will always watch over us. Can you see and hear me right now? Are you still with me?