We miss you every day.
Three years ago, on this day, I sat my baby girl at the her uncle’s grave. I told her, as I had so many times before, about how lucky she was to have an uncle to hold her and an uncle to watch over her. I told her how sad I was - and would always be - that I couldn’t share him with her and her with him. And after my mom scooped up my sweet girl and allowed me a few big sister moments with my baby brother, I promised Matthew that my babies would known his name, that they would walk through this world with the honor of saying they have two uncles because their mama has two brothers who she loves beyond measure. Of course, that wasn’t enough. I have always wanted to do more, more to ease my parents’ pain and loss, more to honor my brother…just more. Eight months ago, when I looked at my son for the very first time, I knew — I knew that I was looking at a piece of our family that had been missing since June 23, 1988. I knew that one thing I could do was give my son the honor of carry