09/15/07 – 09/15/17 ⛰🎈
Hopped in a basket, and rode up in a balloon to feel a little closer to you today, Bradley Milder Jameson.
10 years ago, we got a call that you fell from a tree. A silly tree. And 10 years ago on 09/16/07, life would never be the same.
I think about you, you know.
I think about your life – who you’d be. I think about your small teeth – your chuckle – the way you felt when you held me.
You held me that night, do you remember? That way your boyish arms felt around my chest.
“Is this okay?” you asked.
“You’re fine,” I patted your forearm – my head on your shoulder.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” you whispered that night in my canopy bed, as though you could hurt me from a hug – or sleep.
You made fun of my canopy once. “Jesus. You would have a canopy bed,” you muttered.
“I’m a southern princess,” I laughed.
Perhaps, you looked at me then, and thought “oh how much this little girl has to learn.”