Going through all of Clay's things, his toys, his clothes & his room, I have cried, his father
has cried. His father has Clay's pictures all around his room, so he can see them everyday. A painting that Clay made for
him hangs at the foot of my sons bed. I have cried with my son so many days & nights.
On his off days when everything is quite I can find my son laying on his bed looking at his
sons painting, remembering what that day was like. Remembering how they spent their time together.
Clays pictures are all through the house, where we can see his little smileing face &
remember the love that he had for us.
Not being able to see, talk, hold, give him hugs & kisses, tell him we love him,
here his little words of I love you too. It is so hard on us & not being able to even talk to him or even see this
child, & we have done nothing wrong.
What a cold hearted judge & what a cold hearted mother, not to even let Clays Grandmother or
Father or ANY of our family talk to him on the phone or anything. No letters no nothing. And how cold not to let
the child even talk to his own father.
The last time I saw Clay was right before he went to visit his mom. Our time was & is so precious
in my heart. And so fresh in my mind.
Clay had a dream of being a firefighter when he grew up, I would take him to the firehouse &
he loved the fire trucks, he loved to blow the siren & pull the air horn. He would ask me question after question. I let
him try on my fire helment, he asked" Why is yours different from that other one?" He would slip on the big fire boots
& he looked so cute, I told him one day little man you will fit in them both & we would both laugh.
He would say" Mee-Mee I want to be a firefighter too."
I told him one day he could be. I said one day you could even be a Fire Chief, those big blue eyes
of his would just shine & a look of pride would come across his little face.
I'm Fire Chief of our town & he would tell you that if you come
in the department while we were there, he loved it when someone come in while he was wearing my helment & they would ask
him "Oh your the fire chief!" His little giggle & laugh he would say nooooo my Mee-Mee is.
No Clay didn't go on fire calls, or anything like that I had plenty back up for that too if
needed. I would never endanger any of my grandchildern like that. We miss him so much.
I still buy things for Clay praying one day I will get to give them to him.
His little fire truck sits quitely waiting on him to ride in it & ring the bell. His play
fire helment sits on his bed, untouched. His little fire badge sits on the dresser.
Spiderman & Batman things set untouched waiting for him to come home. Everything & Everyone
is just waiting, waiting on Clays return.
His dad wanting to take him fishing, camping, and places to see things, He missed the fair this
year with his dad. All the things he has loved to share with is dad has been taken away. All the things they shared has been
taken away. The Mud Bogs with the giant trucks, the races. Clay we miss you so much.
WE LOVE YOU CLAY, & WE PRAY YOUR HOME SOON.
