Dear Tommy,
On Thanksgiving night, just after we put you down to sleep I started looking up gyms for children. In December you would have turned 18 months and we would have enrolled you in gymnastics. You would love all the jumping, bouncing, tumbling and somersaults! Papai and mamae had so many dreams and plans for you; I had no idea our lives were about to change forever only a couple of hours later.
Everybody knew how active and athletic you were. Well, pretty athletic for a 17.5 month-old! Grandpa thought you would be a football player, and that's a huge compliment since he is a serious football fan. You also enjoyed swimming and were very close to receiving your third Aqua Baby ribbon at swimming school. We were so proud of you!
Papai and mamae had big hopes when it came to your academic life. Math, physics, chemistry and biology? We had you covered! We could just imagine "Admiral Prof. Dr. Thomas Chinen, MD, PhD, JSD, DDS, CPA, gold medal Olympic swimmer" on your own Wikipedia page!
I have to admit, though, that if your interests at 17.5 months old were any indication of what you would be, you would have become a garbage man or a mailman. You always wanted to see what was inside the big dumpster and loved throwing things in the trash can, especially the lint from the dryer. As for your promising career at USPS, remember how we used to pick up the mail everyday around 5pm? First, you checked the "misdirected mail" box for hidden treasure. Then we looked for our own mailbox. I put the key in the lock, lifted you up, and YOU unlocked the little door. You handed me the letters one by one and then put them back -- one by one! -- in the mailbox and closed the door. By the third round, my arms were so exhausted I had to end our ritual by locking the mailbox! Picking up mail was so much fun, wasn't it? You have no idea how hard it is to do it by myself now. I often ask Papai to come with me because it is too painful to do it without my little helper.
Tommy, I feel like all our dreams and the future of our perfect little family were taken away from us 3 months ago. Don't worry, papai and mamae love each other just as always and we love you more than anything in the world. It's just that now we have a big empty hole in our lives, a hole the size of a Tommy, and nothing nor anybody will ever be able to fill this emptiness in our hearts.
Eu te amo muito muito muito.
-Mamae
On Thanksgiving night, just after we put you down to sleep I started looking up gyms for children. In December you would have turned 18 months and we would have enrolled you in gymnastics. You would love all the jumping, bouncing, tumbling and somersaults! Papai and mamae had so many dreams and plans for you; I had no idea our lives were about to change forever only a couple of hours later.
Everybody knew how active and athletic you were. Well, pretty athletic for a 17.5 month-old! Grandpa thought you would be a football player, and that's a huge compliment since he is a serious football fan. You also enjoyed swimming and were very close to receiving your third Aqua Baby ribbon at swimming school. We were so proud of you!
Papai and mamae had big hopes when it came to your academic life. Math, physics, chemistry and biology? We had you covered! We could just imagine "Admiral Prof. Dr. Thomas Chinen, MD, PhD, JSD, DDS, CPA, gold medal Olympic swimmer" on your own Wikipedia page!
I have to admit, though, that if your interests at 17.5 months old were any indication of what you would be, you would have become a garbage man or a mailman. You always wanted to see what was inside the big dumpster and loved throwing things in the trash can, especially the lint from the dryer. As for your promising career at USPS, remember how we used to pick up the mail everyday around 5pm? First, you checked the "misdirected mail" box for hidden treasure. Then we looked for our own mailbox. I put the key in the lock, lifted you up, and YOU unlocked the little door. You handed me the letters one by one and then put them back -- one by one! -- in the mailbox and closed the door. By the third round, my arms were so exhausted I had to end our ritual by locking the mailbox! Picking up mail was so much fun, wasn't it? You have no idea how hard it is to do it by myself now. I often ask Papai to come with me because it is too painful to do it without my little helper.
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| Tommy at 14 months: he loved getting into the mail box for big packages |
Eu te amo muito muito muito.
-Mamae
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