Tonight while in church my mind drifted back to the night Jesus called you home and the days leading up to your funeral. B.J. I prayed so hard and with all the faith I had in me that Jesus would heal you and allow you to stay here with us but for reasons I don't guess I'll ever understand He said no. But Buddy not once after you died did I pray that he would raise you back up and breath life back into you to live here. B.J. I just couldn't do that. As much as I wanted you here with me I couldn't ask Him to bring you back after you had already reached Heaven...I knew you wouldn't want to come back even though I knew you didn't want all of us to hurt either. B.J. that doesn't make me a bad Mama does it? I never wanted anything but the best for you. I always wanted you to have good health...I watched you struggle since the age of one with bad health...I knew when the Lord called your name you were completely healed...how could I even consider taking that away from you when all your life it's what I had asked for? It just didn't happen the way I had wanted it to. My heart tells me you understand what I'm saying and why I couldn't do it. You know I would have given my very life for you...for any one of you kids. I just miss you B.J. More than these simple words can say. And I love you so much.
Love, Mama