Dear Christopher,
I'm sorry.
You don't know me, nor do I know you or any members of your family. But I am sorry. I am so sorry that there are people out there sick enough to do this to such a young, vibrant boy like you.
When we first moved to Georgia, my company put me in corporate housing, and I lived about 2 miles down the road from you. Perhaps that is the reason your story breaks my heart, because it was so close to home. In all actuality, it's most likely because I have two beautiful girls of my own, who are a big part of my life. My heart aches for your family when I think of what they are going through. I can't even imagine the gut wrenching grief that they are experiencing knowing that you will no longer come through that door.
I am sorry.
I have to believe that you are with God now. Safe and warm, and secure in a love that will heal your heart and erase the last moments of your life. Please, watch out over your family, and help them through this. Let them know how much you loved them, and how much you would rather be with them right now. Be there for your brother, who is missing you so much right now. I saw a picture of him during the candlelight vigil they held for you, and it nearly broke my heart.
I am sorry.
I can picture you in Heaven now, as God's helper, because goodness knows he must need it. When you get there, ask for Grandma Minnie. I know she will be happy to show you around, and most likely she will give you a warm and comfy hand stitched quilt she made which will help you sleep better at night. Uncle Bob is there too. He loved trains and I picture him with a great big model train display, detailed down to the finest points. I know he would be happy to let you become an engineer. You only have to ask. Look for two dogs named Samson and Shoestrings. They love kids and will be your constant companions. Make sure you have Milkbones with you at all times. I know there will be so many people ready and willing to welcome you with open arms.
I am so sorry.
It is my hope that they catch the people responsible for taking you from this earth and convict them so that they will never be able to hurt another child again. I know that God had a reason for taking you so soon. It's the only way I can comprehend your death. God has a plan, and he needed you more than we here on earth did. I just don't know what it is yet. And that makes me mad, and sad, and mixed up.
I think about what you would have become had you grown into an adult. Would you have been a football player? A surgeon who pioneered new techniques that would save countless lives? Would you have been a father? Perhaps to a little girl who would have wrapped you around her little finger. In a strange way, that thought brings a smile to my face because I can just picture what a great man you would have been.
For the past week, we have been watching the news and following the story of your disappearance closely. I have been hesitant to pick up the paper, or listen to the news because there was a part of me that knew you would not be coming home. Certainly that feeling grew as time passed.
God speed little one. And know that you will always be in our hearts.
Sincerely,
Laura
Comments
I've been just sick over what happened to that poor little guy.
Posted by: Heather at March 15, 2007 8:18 PM
Awwwww.... God bless him. Moogie this is such a sweet and caring letter. And it made me cry. And I don't even know the story.... But I am praying for Christopher and his family.... I'm sorry too.
Posted by: Melli at March 15, 2007 8:19 PM
What a horribly gut-wrenching story.....with a despicable ending. His parents are in custody? Geeeez.
I just don't get what goes on in this crazy, twisted world...these people are surely out of their minds, if they'd plot to kill their own son.
God rest his sweet little soul.
Posted by: Erica at March 17, 2007 8:43 AM
A beautiful and moving tribute to christopher, I don't know the story other than what I just read on the linked articled. I can't think HOW anyone harm a child.
It makes me wonder sometimes it really does.
Posted by: Gopher at March 17, 2007 8:59 AM
Your tribute is beautiful!
I am so touched by this post.
You helped me feel a little better about Tory as well.
She lost her valiant battle with cancer in 2005.
When you mentioned the dogs I realized her dogs are with her. She was so sad when they died and now they are there.
This is such a sad story. I was at Karen's early and am also devastated that little Alex died Wednesday night. He is the baby that Hula helped rescue and get help for.
These are the times that it is impossible to understand how things like this can happen to beautiful children.
Bless you for writing this wonderful post.
Huggles and Love,
Raggedy
Posted by: Raggedy at March 17, 2007 9:07 AM
Sometimes you just despair of the evil that is on this earth........
God protect you, Christopher.
cq
Michele sent me to see you, Moogie
Posted by: craziequeen at March 17, 2007 9:40 AM
I have been away and haven't been reading newspapsrs but your post reminded me of when,'as a young student nurse, I saw a child die and the Sister took me aside and explained how the she was now in a better place and nothing could harm her now. I believed her and was comforted.
Michele sent me.
Posted by: Pat at March 17, 2007 11:22 AM
Oh, that was terrible! I can't believe how any human being could be so cruel! Your letter was soooo touching though, it made me cry. Thank God for loving, caring people like yourself, Moogie! (((hugs)))
Here from Michele's today, btw :)
Posted by: Carolyn at March 17, 2007 12:15 PM
There's no justice in the world that can ever come close to equating to the sickening way this precious child was deprived of his life. I keep hoping that our world isn't the only place where justice is rendered for the criminals, and where hope replaces hurt and loss for the victims.
You're a kind soul for writing this, Laura. As I write this with a heavy heart, I look at my own 6-year-old across the room and wonder why monsters must walk the earth alongside us.
Time for a hug. Maybe two or three.
Posted by: Carmiq at March 17, 2007 12:53 PM
What a lovely letter and tribute to a child that has no future anymore because of the animal instincts of a predator. I only know what I read in the linked article, but I don't understand why this keeps happening over and over again. Why are sexual predators allowed back on the streets? It all seems so futile.
Hug your children tight.
Michele sent me.
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What an exhausting pull on the heart. The details aren't here, but I don't think I'd need them to understand. And I know I couldn't write something like this if I tried - the tears would cloud the field so severely I would never get through it.
And that's just considering telling such a story. No where near living it. Your words are incredible; powerful.
And - I forgot what I'd come here for. But it doesn't matter anymore.
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