Gone too young! You will be forever missed. I still remember when you were a cute, chubby, sweet baby about to get on a plane for the first time. I keep expecting you to show up and say “hey Prima” as you always did when I saw you. I hope you find peace and know how much you are loved and remembered by us.
He's in the sun, the wind, the rain, he's in the air you breathe with every breath you take. He sings a song of hope and cheer, there's no more pain, no more fear. You'll see him in the clouds above, hear his whisper words of love. You'll be together before long, until then listen for his song.
God bless the Santos family.
Lisa
