Hello stranger, you had me at hello.

I got the sweetest e-mail from a lady I met over a month ago. I feel as though this deserves to be my first blog-er-thing.

“I’m sorry it’s taken so long for me to write this. Thank you for letting me take the time to brag about my son, Chris. I miss doing that. When your child dies, people are afraid to ask about them. Funny thing is, that’s all I want to talk about. Talking about him keeps him with us, in the present. Not locked away somewhere. Nineteen seems so young and it is. You’re only eighteen and you seem to be mature beyond your years also. I think Chris would have really liked you. He was drawn to people like you who reached out to help others. You should be very proud of yourself for having the guts to talk to a complete stranger. I know I am thankful and I’m sure Chris is damn proud of you. I would imagine that if there truly is life after death, Chris brought you to me. He always tried to comfort me. You must be very special for him to have chosen you. I can never thank you enough. You are like my little miracle worker.”

I’m pretty sure she broke my heart atleast five times during this. Ugh.