My Casey and our hugs

I have been trying to write children's books because I have so many wonderful experiences with my children. I started one about Casey but I am having a hard time finishing it. Not only because I miss him so, but because everytime I write, I get sad thinking of the all the cute things he used to say, things I miss like mad. One day I will finish it and maybe even publish it, who knows. Here it is:

When I was a boy, yep just a wee little tot
My mama would hug me; she’d hug me a lot
She hugged me in the morning, she hugged me at night
She hugged me all day, she hugged me real tight

I loved her hugs, I loved them so much
I loved her kisses and snuggles and such
I knew that she loved me and I loved her to
She hugged me and hugged me, my hugs weren’t too few

Then when I grew older I needed those hugs
I needed them badly; I needed them much
Mama said “I wanna hold ya” all of the time
I learned this was life which was quite sublime

Then I’d say “I wanna hold ya” everyday
Even when I got bigger, yep that’s what I’d say
I “wanna hold ya” was my way of getting those hugs
That mama would give me, she gave me so much

Then when I grew up and went to school
Where hugs from your mama weren’t too cool
I’d secretly tell her, all of the time
I needed those hugs, those hugs of mine

“I wanna hold ya” was a trademark, a good one of mine
So I got all the hugs I needed everytime
I’d get hugs in the morning and hugs at night
I’d get hugs all day, hugs real tight


I have been told that spirits can read what we write. I don't know how true that is, but, Casey, if you can read this, know how much I love and miss you. Dad, Heather, Bo, and I all miss you very much, and love you more than life itself.

MOM ("I WANNA HOLD YA")