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He was beauty and he was light. He was joy and he was sorrow. If ever parents were gifted with a more perfect expression of love, we can only think they must have perished from the intensity.
One little boy who could not talk and could not walk, but spoke unending volumes with his eyes and reached thousands with his story.
That is Oliver.
Our son.
To say we miss you can do no justice to the pain still in our hearts, but everyday we see you in a flitting dragonfly or on the velvety wings of a butterfly. We hear you in the utterance of a kind word and feel you in the gentle breeze.
We know you through your beautiful little brother and tiny little sister.
Most of all, we know you by your love.
Rest easy little boy. Your light is still shining.
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