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,