Happy Spring, Skyler

Skyler James was born on July 1, 2016. It was a beautiful day with a summer sky that could melt your heart. Skyler was a perfect little baby with an instant charm that radiated like white clouds softly drifting in the sky.  Little did we know that this precious little guy who stole our hearts would make his journey to Heaven just a few weeks later.  Skyler James passed on July 29, 2016.  It was a sad day.  A day we will never forget.

Today is the first day of spring. It is a sunny day, just like the day, Skyler was born. There may be snow on the ground, but the sun is bright, warming our hearts just like the day my little great-grandson entered our world.

This is the eighth letter in a series written to Skyler. I hope that my words will bring you peace and love.

Dear Skyler,                                                                                           How are you? I am doing fine but miss you so much!  The sun is shining, and the sky is a beautiful blue, just like the day you were born.

We had a big snowstorm last week, and there is still plenty of snow piles everywhere you look. Honey, you would love playing in the snow and building a snowman. One of my favorite things to do is to make snow angels. Do you play in the snow in Heaven?

I have something beautiful to share with you.  Are you ready?  Even though there is a lot of snow and I am wearing a winter coat, winter is officially over.  Today is the first day of spring!

Spring is a beautiful, special time of year.  Soon the sleeping trees will start to bud, and before you know it, beautiful flowers will be dressing the branches.  It always amazes me how God works. One day I notice little leaves peeking out of the dirt, then before I know it, flowers in many pretty colors stare up at me, and make me smile.  My favorite flower is the tulip. Skyler spring is a time for rebirth. Ask Jesus to explain what rebirth means. Then tell me what you learned.

Spring is also the time we welcome back robins, bunnies, bumblebees, and butterflies. Although I  love all the butterflies, the blue ones are my favorite.  What is spring-like in Heaven?  Do you have a favorite bird?

Tomorrow, I will look up to a fluffy cloud, throw a big kiss and wave. I will wait for a breeze to softly touch my nose, and I will know it is you saying, ” Hello!” Sweetheart, I want you to know that I think of you every day and love you more than words can say. Please give Angel, Aunt Laurie’s dog, a big hug from me.



Dear Gigi,

I miss you too!  In Heaven, we can play in the snow anytime we want. Remember, when I told you that Jesus can do anything?  Well, when my friends and I want to play in the snow, we just ask Jesus, and He makes it snow. And you won’t believe how many grown-ups like to play in the snow!  One nice man taught me how to build a snowman. He told me his name was Pop-pop and that he was my great-grandfather. Pop -Pop said to me that my grandfather was his son. We had so much fun! He helped all the kids roll the snow into big balls for our snowmen.

The real Angels taught us how to make snow angels. They looked so funny, flapping their wings. One Angel’s halo actually got stuck in the snow. It was funny!

Gigi, Jesus wants all of his heavenly children to have fun and do things that we would do if we were on earth with our families.  We have rainy days, warm spring days, hot summer days, and winter days.  We even ice skated on a frozen lake. I am not really good at ice skating, but I am trying.  Please tell my brother, Preston, that I saw him sledding down a little hill with our mother.  I laughed when he fell off his sled. I love you, Preston.

Gigi, I love all the birds, but my favorite is the red bird. I think that Jesus calls him his cardinal. The red bird sings such a pretty song. In the afternoons, we meet under a beautiful tree and listen to Jesus. It is a really lovely place with a waterfall and a lot of flowers. Jesus tells us stories about kindness and love. He tells us to help others and treat them as we would like to be treated. Gigi, I can feel His love every time I look in His eyes. He is gentle and forgiving to everyone.  Will you tell everyone on earth that they are loved more than they know? Tell them that their loved ones in Heaven love them and miss them too. Oh Gigi, one more thing; when you are sick on earth, you are well in Heaven. If you cannot hear, I promise you will hear everything in Heaven, and if you cannot see, your eyes will be opened.  Everyone is healed in Heaven.  I asked Jesus what rebirth means. He told me it means to regrow in the spring. It also means to be reborn, like when we make our journey to Heaven.  He said it means more, but that will be for another letter.  I will wave to you from my cloud. I will throw kisses to everyone. Oh, there is a sweet lady here with beautiful blue eyes, she told me that she is your mother.  We are going to plant more red and yellow tulips. Love you, Gigi!










Published by cynthiajeandeluca

My name is Cynthia Jean DeLuca. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. I believe in following your dreams and never giving up! Helping others is very important to me, for when we help others, we help ourselves. It is my hope to make a difference in the lives of children and grown-ups. My hobbies are writing, quilting and painting. I am a novice at all three but, enjoy them immensely. I grew up on a farm with no indoor plumbing and no heat in our upstairs. I love life and have a very strong faith. Working on inspirational short stories for grown- ups. Love to speak on topics that touch my heart.

2 thoughts on “Happy Spring, Skyler

  1. Dear Cynthia; You write such beautiful and heart touching stories. They always bring tears to my eyes. You are such an inspiration to me to want to be a writer also. Keep up these letter to Skyler, they are beautiful. Love you, Cousin Lois


  2. Dear Lois, Thank you for your kind words. Writing has helped me cope with the death of my great -grand son. I will be writing several more letters. It is my hope to eventually compline them into a special book. Lois, you can write. Start small and work up. I believe in you!


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