Levon, sweet boy...I have thought of you so often as I snuggled my littlest son to sleep, or chased him around the house trying to diaper him after bath. I've thought of you over the last few months as he's climbed onto my lap and put his head on my shoulder, delighted in the taste of cherry italian ice, sprayed the dog with the garden hose....as we've attempted to read a book (he is, after all, a year old, squirmy, active little boy), splashed in the tub, examined flowers and fireflies....I've wished for all of that for you. I wish you were as valued as you should have been, by all the people around you who should have fallen hopelessly in love you...I know you're free, that all pain and unhappiness is behind you now - I just wish that it had been different for you and all the dear little ones up there with you.