These pictures are actually a lot harder to look at then I thought they would be. We looked at them once right after he died and this is the second time.
I just want to add to all of my other blog posts about Conor that I know there is a God.
He is a sweet, loyal, promise keeping God. I know he is there. I swear by it. I know he sends angels to comfort us. And he has sent angels to comfort me personally. I know Conor is with him and there is a beautiful well thought out plan for him. And for me. I know that the principles of this church are true and right and they will keep you safe, protected and comforted. I know nothing is a coincidence. Everything happens for a reason. I know the prophet and apostles are men of God and what they say is what God wants us to hear. It's what he needs us to hear. I know I will be with my baby boy again. I know he waiting for us and praying that we will be good enough people to be with him forever.
Owen stood and watched all of the kids lay down the flowers, as if he was watching over his little brother. It was amazing.
Chris and his parents.