Last night Ramsey and I were sitting in the quiet room together. I asked her if she missed you and thought about you at all. She told me she doesn't miss you because you are always with her. She started talking about you. Such a surprise!
She said she's thinks about you a lot but doesn't want to talk about you because I cry.
I asked Ramsey where you are. She told me you live in Heaven but go with her everywhere she goes. You sit on the bench during recess, waiting for her. In her classroom, you wait for her under the table or in a chair. You are always with us behind our car.
Ramsey said you wear a blue shirt and pants, your brown boots and glasses. You don't wear a hat. She said you have white angel wings.
She said your house in Heaven is a great big golden home. Jesus lives there with you.
She quieted. She told me you want us all to know that you love us. Then she told me that you were sitting right next to me on the couch. ---I miss you so much, Jason! Why can she see you but I can't?
Sunday she was talking up a storm to what appeared to me to be just air- no one was there- but it must have been you! Wish I could hear ya!
Later, when we were going to town, I asked Cashe some questions about you, seeing if his answers were the same as Ramsey's.
Cashe told me you wear a blue shirt, blue jeans and your boots. He said you wear your glasses and ballcap. Your angel wings are white.
He said you drive behind our car or sometimes sit on top of ours.
I was shocked to hear both of them tell me basically the same description. Can they really see and hear you? Are children capable of these things? I sure hope they still get to be with you, any way they can. Lucky kids!
I know you already heard my conversation with Rams, since you were there. -And my talk with Cashe, too. Stay with us, Jason. We love you. Close