Gavin was a brave little boy. I remember when his daddy was teaching him to drive the UTV (utility task vehicle) and he got it stuck in a rut up on the side of a hill. It was stuck pretty good and leaning heavily to one side.
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Last night Gavin visited me in my dreams.
He was in heaven and he was happy.
I couldn't get close to him but I could see him and hear him.
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Gavin had a bedroom and a playroom, both full of toys and clothing.
One Sunday in December I sat on the floor of Gavin’s bedroom in tears, holding his Tickle Me Elmo close to my broken heart. The time had come to go through his and Mommy & Daddy’s personal belongings to decide what we would or would not take to keep as mementos.
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