Dear Ezra,
I'm sorry for how much I've cried today... you would not approve. Because when I think of you, I remember all the times you tried so hard to make me smile. And how happy you'd get when I did. You had so much love to give, and you spread it everywhere, especially via those massive, comforting, warm, wonderful hugs of yours. I wanted so much to be able to go camping together, and I'm sorry we never got the chance. I wish you were still here, so I could have spent more time with you. But I know you did what you were on earth to do; you did it beautifully. You made a difference in the life of everyone you came in contact with, taught them to think in new ways, look at things in a different perspective. I hope you know how many lives you touched.
But you'll never really be gone. You'll live on every time anyone thinks of K3, or plays violin, or talks about the GK3, or counts to one, or goes sledding in the middle of the night, or watches Planet Earth, or wears a headband, or dreams, or sees or makes beautiful art, or tries to think of someone who personifies goodness. You'll be there. And someday I'll hug you again.
Love for eternity,
Shaina
