Jake Rene Espinoza

Thinking of you as always but as the Holidays arrive it is more, finishing up a portfolio of you with my scrapbook techniques, is very difficult and I wonder again WHY? Dad said, you are no longer suffering and we wanted not that for you. You are no longer sick and we could not make you better with all our might! Now you are sick-free and living the life you so were meant to have. I wish you were here with me for I am selfish and miss you very very much! My heart still hurts Jake and always...

I miss you, Jake!

Jake, I am doing more scrapbooks of you, I am really enjoying it, till I get to the pics of your grave, tears roll down my face, reality sinks in...I really miss you and the playing time especially the headband on your head and you tripping me while I am doing workout videos. Dad misses the bumping of the heads, you bump hard and it did not hurt you, you were tough hombre..memories are what you left us Jake. That is what helps us ease the grief. Love you always...

Jakie, it`s been a while since I wrote you last another dream came while I slept and I had to get home cause you was coming home from school, I think I made it home or was it some other dream, my mind wants to see you at night in my dreams allot.Jake when ever I see a Yellow Bus, I picture your face all the time and I look at the bus, to, you never know someone may wave back at me. Mothers day is coming Jake my 3rd one with out you. I try to focus on the happy times we shared together, but my...

Jako, I miss you miho, I dreamed about you last night, you were asleep in yopur new bed and someone forgot to take your coat and shoes off, I yelled at them, too. Be safe miho...I love you and I miss my hug.

hAPPY 21st birthday JaKE, WE took you a CoRoNA and bAllOONs for YOur Day, WE loVE yOu and mISs YoUR HAPPy sMiLey FACe..OuR SPECial AnGEL...JAkE eW dRAnk wITh yOu, TOO

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.

Nature

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently,...