Mail

We get a lot of mail these days.  We get bills just like normal, Christmas cards, sympathy cards, and even a few packages.  Today we got copies of Henry's death certificate.  This particular mail felt like a punch in the stomach.  This clinical document gives Henry's basic information, and his cause of death...multi-organ system failure...septic shock...acute myeloid leukemia.  These are the clinical terms.  His death certificate doesn't describe how he fought...how he put everything he had into trying to win the battle.  It doesn't describe how he brought so many people from different walks of life, different cities and states, and even different countries together...how he got all of these people to care about one little boy.  It doesn't talk about how much this sweet seven-month-old taught his mama and daddy about life and living.  It doesn't state that in our eyes, he died a hero.  For us, his life can't be captured by any single document, any single image, any single description.  He will always be our little Henry, our monster, and now our angel.