07/19/2022
My name is Hayden Axel Umbenhower. Today, July 19th, 2022 I would be turning 8 years old, and I would be finishing my 2nd grade year of school. The summer of 2022; I would be taking usual summer trips to go visit all of my family members, and taking my 2nd trip to the Bahamas! But I am not...and will never...I wish I could with all of my heart and I know they do too.
It has been 2,227 days, 54, 650 hours, and 3, 279, 030 seconds since I have been able to see, hold and touch my family. I have missed so many things; I missed the chance to go to school, and to go on family vacations. I didn't get a chance to do martial arts or to play a sport. I've missed 7 Christmases, 7 Easter Bunny Visits, 7 Halloweens, and 5 Mardi Gras parades. I will never ever get to pick my Halloween costume, and I never got the chance to help my Daddy work on cars.
I didn't get the chance to bring home report cards; and watch my Mama gush with pride and tell me and everyone else how proud she was of me. I missed the spelling bee and five school concerts. I never got to lose my two front teeth and sing about it. I missed the chance to make friends, have birthday parties, and sleep-overs. I missed the chance to be a ring-bearer at my Mimi's wedding. I never got to learn how to swim, my ABC's, or my numbers.
I miss my doggy and kitty. I never got to pick my favorite color, but red balloons were my favorite. I missed the birth of my little sister, and I know my Mama needed me. I know without a doubt, I would have been the best big brother in the whole wide world. I missed hearing her call me "My Hayden." Together, we could have been Bug & Bean. Lovebug is one of the many nicknames my Mama gave me.
I missed the chance to be so proud of my parents for how far they have come in their growth as human beings, and the chance to grow up with them. I will never get the chance to snuggle into the warmth, comfort, and safety of my Grandparents loving hugs...or get spoiled with a belly full of gelato. I will never get to go to Disneyworld, or ride a rollercoaster. I never got to go to a waterpark.
I will never be able to learn how to drive...or to figure out what my place would have been in this world. Maybe, I would have been a doctor trying to find a cure for cancer, or maybe I would be a fire-fighter helping a little girl get their kitten out of a tree...or I could have stood for light and truth and been a Judge.
I miss my family and my Mama. I love them all and I know they love me unconditionally. Because despite all of my family's differences unconditional love is all I have ever known.
Until the day the actions of a coward taught me what evil, anger, rage, maliciousness and suffering were. I didn't even make it to my 2nd birthday...."Why didn't you call my Mimi?!"
"Why did you do that to me?" I was just a toddler...
I was just a little toddler with big feelings inside of a tiny body.
Now, I am watching my family members experience what may be one of the worst traumas a human being can experience. It has changed their lives forever in a way they will never get over. I know this is always going to be painful for everyone in my family, but especially my Mama...the pain of losing me is a great fire that burns in the very depths of her soul, an anguish unlike any other...a lifetime of pain. My family not only lost the very light of their lives but they are losing an entire life-time of possibilities, hopes, dreams, companionship and for my mother a loving son to care for her when she is older. They all will still be holding and carrying the hot and heavy hand of grief for the rest of their lives...