Dear Chancer,

It's been a year that you're gone, baby. It hurts still, so much. You have left a big hole, baby, and I never stop thinking of you and missing you. I wish I could believe that you are happy somewhere. How could a heart so empty feel so heavy. I can't believe the tears still come so easily.

If proof of how much you were loved is measured in how much you are missed, then you have to know that we loved you so very much.

Chance, you were the best. Remember how you took care of KT when she first came to our home? She is real sick, baby. Will you take care of her again?

I love you angel.

Love,

Mom