•• Kanan Ray Alvi ••
10.28.2018 - 12.19.2018

You were mommy’s little stink. Everything about you was absolutely perfect. Every night I go to sleep hoping that this is all just a nightmare but every morning I wake up, and you’re still gone. I don’t ever get to hear you say “mommy” when you learn to talk. I don’t ever get to see you run when you learn to walk. There are so many things I will never get a chance to do with you. And I just feel lost. Broken. Empty. I miss the way you tried to suck my lips every time I gave you a kiss thinking it was your pacifier. I miss the way your little hands smelt after I took your gloves off. I miss the way you persed your lips. I miss your animated facial expressions. You were such a little “drama queen” sometimes. You could light up a room with just your presence. I miss the way you stuck out your little butt when I picked you up. I miss every part of you. You were my whole world. You were my happiness. You were my person. I gave you life but you made me a Mom. I love you more than you could know, sweet boy!

While everyone was getting ready for Christmas, I was planning a funeral. My son, Kanan—just 7 weeks old—passed away from SIDS.

Please help me put my baby boy to rest!