Today marks the day our son Evan would have turned one year old. At the time of his death, he had just started to roll over and attempt crawling. The thought that Evan’s death was entirely preventable haunts us, that he was so vulnerable that leaving him unmonitored in a playpen to suffocate was what ended his brief life, and that this would not have happened had he been in our care.
Evan Ross, we love you and miss you. I hope Grandma and Emily threw a great party in your honor. You and your sister were our heaven on earth.
Love,
Daddy
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