My Dear Vincent,

Sorry darling, I know I didn't write to you yesterday, or the day before. Your father came down and we are back together. He was really happy to see me, or at least it seemed that way. We had fun with our friends, and he stayed for quite a while playing games with Casey. He wanted to come down yesterday too, but he wasn't feeling too well. Yesterday he went to his friends and spent the night. I'm really glad because he needed something to take his mind off everything. He seems better now too. I wish you could see him smile. It's beautiful. There is a sparkle in his eye that gets brighter, and his cheeks flush a little, then he shows those perfect teeth that I know you would have had.
Today I went to the department of health and welfare to get food stamps. I got the application on Friday and today I had to go back for the interview. The lady was very nice in asking about why I was in the situation I was. But I nearly broke down when she asked if I was pregnant. It made me think about all the things I won't be able to do with you. I won't get to wear maternity clothes, or tell people how are along I am, or take you out to show off. I will never get to make snacks for you, or feed you cheerios, or convince you that vegetables aren't too bad. I won't get to put you in crazy Halloween costumes, or football uniforms, or help you pick out first day of school clothes. But someday, my son, we will be together. And you have done more for me than I could ever do for you, because you gave me hope for the other side.
I told your Aunt about you today. She was very upset. She swore not to tell your grandmother, my mom, anything. I don't want her to know because I don't want her to be upset about it. It's not because I am ashamed of you. She has a lot on her plate right now anyway.
Tomorrow your father should becoming down to take me grocery shopping, since I have food stamps now. That should be fun, since we have only done a little shopping together before. Maybe it will be good training for when we live together, and get married and all.
I love you, baby. Tell your family hi. Tell Mimmie that she is wonderful, and Old Papau that we miss him dearly. Tell Grandma Susie that I have red in my hair again, that will make her proud. Tell everyone we love and miss them. Oh, and if you can find Casey's Aunt Liz, tell her that Casey and Beky miss her very much. Yesterday Beky didn't have the heart to cross her name off the marriage invitation list. It was sad.
I haven't found a memorial place for you yet, son. I will soon. Hopefully tomorrow. Maybe I will leave something at the River in remembrance of you. That would be a good place. Maybe like down where your father and I had our date for prom? Or maybe at the park in Rigby, since your Aunt Katie said she would bring me up sometimes. Either way, I will find a place for you.
I love you, Vincent August, and we will be together someday. I promise.
-Mommy