A word from Papa

One special moment at the memorial service last week was when my dad (Zo's Papa) read a letter he had written to Zo. There was hardly a dry eye in the church, and my dad could hardly read it for his tears - but he was determined to read it himself, and he did. Here is the letter (grab some Kleenex):

Hi Zozo, my dear little Grandson, you had only 6 months on this earth,

but I had grown even more attached to you than I had thought and more precious. 

I have never cried so hard nor

so often before your young life was cut short. 

I will miss your cute little smile that you would show me whenever I called your name or whenever I would play peek-a-boo with you. 

When they took you away in the ambulance, I thought, “you will be ok, -

God and the doctors will make your owie better.”

But the doctors said your owie might be too big to fix. 

So I prayed really hard -  your Nana prayed really hard. 

So did your Mommy & Daddy. 

And a whole lot of other people from all over the world. 

Your Mommy kept asking you to come back to us. 

I also heard your Mommy say “I never gave up on you baby.”

But, I guess Jesus had other plans for you. 

Jesus wanted you to be with him.

I wished I could have played catch with you here on the earth, but I will have to wait until I get to heaven to play catch with you.

While my heart is very, very sad today,

I have joy knowing that I will be with you again.

I love you Enzo,

Your Papa.