Home

"Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
'Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home"

- Home, Michael Buble

Ellie Belle,

I am missing you a lot Baby Girl. It seems like the world wants to keep spinning and time wants to keep marching on. I want it all to stop. I want to go back, not forward.

I'm mad. I'm mad that it was you. Not that I want someone else's baby to be taken, but why did it have to be my baby? Why did you have to go. It's not fair.

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. You were so tiny last year. Dressed in your little red shirt and pink pants. You didn't have any idea, but I did. This year you would have known something special was going on. This year you would have even got some chocolate. Instead, I will go to the cemetary tomorrow after I drop Max off at school.

I hate that this is our life. I hate it every day. I hate this is never going away and that you are gone. Forever.

Please, please come see Mama in her dreams Peanut. I miss you so much.

I love you,

Mama