mickey boy

  his name was Jay.
but we called him mickey boy.

i opened the door to his room monday, knowing i'd have to face that moment eventually. mickey's still there, and every reminder that jay had been there. his lotions, wipes and cloths, all neatly set on a shelf.
but so empty. no life, no smile to greet me, no hand reaching out to touch my eyes. no mickey boy.
i sat and breathed it all in, letting the tears roll. 
then i was reminded of the gift. 
his life. his smile, his hands touching our eyes, his affection for everyone. even his spunk when he gave the finger at someone he was mad at. 

he was a light, a spark.
he was a gift.

mickey boy,
you will be missed.
thank you for sharing life with us. 
i hope they had mickey mouse and hamburgers for you when you passed to glory!

see you soon

~rosa