William Martin
1949–29 May 1997
I wish we could've met in person. I understand you not wanting to meet anyone when you were sick. I got to know you and love you through your uncle. All I could do was knit you those blue slippers your uncle has now. I love your uncle very much, and you know that now. He didn't want to tell you about us; he didn't know what you'd think, but you know now. Maybe you can help him see how much we belong together. He deserves to live to grow old, if he has our wonderful love, he will. He just left today, after another nice visit. You two were so close....Billy, please get through to him. He will listen to you. I know you'd want him to be so loved. I never had the chance to meet you on Earth. We'll meet in Heaven, where you are now. I love you. Love, Karen