Augustine Randall Honigford

 Today your grandson was born. Matt's first boy. Your second grandson, and sixth grandchild overall. He caused a bit of drama as he entered the word at 4:58 a.m. But he's healthy. Adorable. Squishy. Sam is doing ok. She's sore. Grieving. Matt's grieving. Moms grieving. We all are. I held little Augie and told him if he every did anything that made me look at him sideways, I was going to tell him that it's something Randall would do. 

Your sister's step granddaughter was born today too. Evelyn Francis. It's funny both these babies were born on your dad's birthday. Evelyn even has his middle name, Francis. 

Andrew learned to ride his bike today, without training wheels, independently for the first time today. It made me sob tonight that you aren't here to tell him how proud you are. To encourage him. Tell him stories about you on your first bike. I sometimes think if I protest loud enough, if I ask why enough, if I refuse to believe it hard enough, that God will give you back to us.

We miss you so much. Your passing is a shadow over every minute of every day. Tomorrow will be 12 weeks since I last spoke to you. It's an impossibility to think that's true. Because how can it be true? How can you just be gone? 

Please watch over us all. Give us signs you're ok. Send us your love. 




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