I was so filled with grief and guilt the day my Arnold died that I had to write him a letter. Please let me share it with you.
My Little Arnold
My joyous sprite –
How I’d come to think of you as a natural part of my life.
You would always be there –
Like the sun, and the moon and the stars.
When I saw you were ill
It never occurred to me that it would take your life.
If I took you to the doctor, he could give you a pill.
And you would be alright.
Only you weren’t alright.
Every day you got weaker.
And you couldn’t tell me,
“Mom, I can’t move.”
“Mom, something really bad is happening.”
“Mom, help me.”
And I relied on the doctor to know what to do.
But he didn’t know.
And I didn’t know that he didn’t know.
And still I couldn’t believe you could slip away.
I let you be taken away – so frightened, so weak,
Because I thought they could make you better.
And they tried, I know they did.
But you were so small,
We had waited too long,
And God called you home before I could say goodbye.
I love you my baby.
I always will.
And I dream of you running with new friends there in heaven.
And I dream of you joyous once again.
Goodbye, my baby. Goodbye.
Thank you for letting me share this.