Two years ago, July 2017, I lost my little brother John in a motorcycle accident. He was my absolute best friend. We did everything together and talked daily. He may have been younger, but he was my rock and protector. We were inseparable. Losing him was the hardest day of my life. I lost a piece of myself, too.

Ten months later, in May 2018, I lost my father John SR. He couldn’t live with the loss of my brother. The pain consumed him and he took his own life. My dad was my hero and I was his baby girl/little angel. I lost a second piece of myself that day.

I felt like I would never be happy again. I lost the two most important people in my life.. how can I move forward? I constantly told myself they wouldn’t want me to be upset. They’d want me happy.

Only my brother knew we were trying for a baby. He had a daughter of his own but always wanted a son. One to teach baseball to and fish with.

A year after he passed, I found out I was pregnant. With a boy. At 30 weeks, we got a 3D ultrasound. My son looked just like my brother. To this day, at 16 weeks old, he looks just like him. He has his hyper fun personality and I love every second of it.

Yesterday, I saw a medium for the first time since they passed. She told me my brother hand picked my sons spirit for me. That my son knows who they are, what they look like, and laughs at them when he sees their pictures. I have a few pictures around the house of them. He stares and starts to giggle.

My son is my living angel, sent from my two angels in heaven. Im so very thankful for him. He’s the light of my life and makes all the bad days better. I couldn’t imagine my life without him.

Vincent John 💙

My brother and I 💙