March 14, 2007 - January 24, 2010
Some of his last photos
He was a part of our everyday lives. Where we were, he could always be found.
As my Aunt Judy was dancing, he was getting ready to bolt out the door to join us when we were heading out to dinner. Good try, Fletch.
I'm not sure what was happening in this picture exactly. It looks like Shawn was petting him and Pocahontas was posing.
Fletch surely loved Aunt Judy.
The snow outside was something he loved.
What a pretty boy
Thank you so much for your encouraging comments and prayers yesterday. Blogging, in general, is such a great way for me to put my thoughts down, share our story, and get to know so many wonderful people.
The children are doing well today. We've all cried at varying times and the pain is still fresh and deep. The worst times seem to be at bedtime and first thing in the morning. Fletcher always went into each child's bedroom to say goodnight. He would go over to them as they lay their head down on the pillow to say his own version of "Good night".
Sweet dreams, Fletch.