Love Letter to My Son.

I love you Morgan so very, very, very much.

I would do anything for you.

I only want to see you smile.

I want to know, truly know, that the smile on your face is brought by true happiness, joy, amusement, and not chemicals.

I want to see you laugh again. That hysterical, tears running down your face, holding your sides, grasping for breath, the harder-you-try-to-stop laughing-the-more-you-laugh, laughter.

I want you to find joy and love and compassion and passion.

I want you to find yourself.

I want you to be happy and helpful to others. Because your true happiness will come when you realize that you have so much to offer others.

Mostly, I want you to know just how special you are. And how loved you are.

Your family loves you more than the drugs do. They are fleeting. Fickle. Easy to come by, hard to keep. Your family is here for you. Easy to keep.

Others need you. I need you. Paco needs you.

You are needed in this world. Please don't leave it just yet.

It's not time.

You have too many good things to do. And people to help.

I love you.

Please stay.