Sweet Evan.

I am heartbroken.

I am trying to find the words to type. 

I had the privilege, the HONOR, to care for this 

sweet boy for 4 years of his life.

I wiped snot from his nose, tears from his eyes and

kissed his boo-boos. 

I taught him to write his name, his numbers, and his letters.

I loved on him.

I've prayed with him.

I disciplined him, just like I would my own.

I tease and say "I just know how to raise those Powell babies".

I've had a little practice.

I love him, just like I love my own babies.

I am heartbroken that God took him home.

Heartbroken that he won't run in after school and raid 

my candy bowl, grab my markers, or give me a big 'ol hug.

I'm heartbroken for us because we will miss him terribly.

Then I think about what he is doing right now.

I just know he is sitting on Jesus' lap. 

I bet they are reading and coloring and playing trucks.

I picture Ms Yvonne right in the mix, along with his grandparents. 

That calms me, as I hope it does all of you.

This whole ordeal has reminded me of what is truly important

in life. Family, memories, and love. Don't take one single 

second for granted. Love fully and forgive quickly.

I am in constant prayer for all the family, his teacher, 

and his classmates. 

Evan Dean, you are a light to all who know you.

I truly believe that you were an angel on earth and

now an angel in Heaven. 

I will see you soon, my sweet freckled face buddy.

Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from Him.
Psalms 127:3
With Love, Mrs. Melea