Wyatt Greeno ...

I keep asking myself why. I know we all are asking ourselves that question, over and over. I had such high hopes that this would turn out so differently. If anybody ever deserved for a happier ending, it was them.

It was always them.

And even though I know there will never be an answer, I can't help but to continue to throw that question out there into the universe, as it echoes somewhere in the distance and fades away to where all unanswered questions must go.

Wyatt accomplished more in his 6 months here on earth, than most of us can hope to accomplish in an entire lifetime. One that most of us will live as if we are owed it. One that most of us will take for granted. One that most of us will spend more focused on ourselves, than the plight of others. And whether we're given 6 months or sixty years, I can't help but think its not in the years, its not in some magical number we're all trying to obtain - its about what we choose to do with it, how we decide to love with it. Because numbers are just numbers. A lifetime, a life, is what we do with what we're given in the time in between.

Even for the smallest of hearts.

The night Wyatt passed away, Sully and I made a vow. We're carrying you, dear Wyatt, with us in everything we do, in every place we go, in everything we will see. You'll will be with us in every new word learned, in every mud pie we make, in every little league game we play and night time bed story we read. You'll be in every block tower we build, with us on the first day of school, and in every new country our feet finds us on. Because the truth is, Wyatt, you could have been any one of our children with the flip of a coin.

He could have been your child.

He could have been my son.

CHD's aren't picky.

They don't play favorites.

...but for the flip of a coin.

Taking you with us, is the very least we can do.

And we do it smiling.

Because anger offers no answers.

If everyone you touched, takes a small piece of you with them, well the possibilities of what you will see, what you can achieve are truly, absolutely, endless.

This is what brings hope,

Its what brings comfort.

You live on, in so many ways.

And so we carry Wyatt, to continue to help him achieve what he so bravely battled against, to continue to change lives the way he changed ours. You Wyatt, are the most amazing child we know. You are a true Super Hero. And while nobody will ever love you or miss you as much as your mommy and daddy, the world is a little less brighter without you.

Wyatt, I love you and your mommy so very dearly. All words fall short. They fall so extremely short. They all seem to go to that place, the one where the unanswered questions go ...

They linger.

They sting.

None of what I want to say to your mommy seems adequate enough. So I'll say this - your journey has taught our family to talk a little more softly, hug a little more tightly, and love a little bit stronger. To care for something greater than ourselves. Our lives have been changed for the better and impacted forever by you little man.

Our hearts will be in Minnesota on Saturday.

I hope yours will be too.