Hello Hijo mio, I miss you everyday that passes by. I think of you every day from the time God gave you to me, to the day He took you from me. I am so proud of you. Your last phone call to me, three days before you left with your friends, to go to heaven, you told me about all your dreams for your children. I remember you laughing with me, you called me twice that day. It was a special time we shared. Even though, I hurt so much, I know that I will see you again, and this time, you won't be able to tell me, " no rank mommy".