Dear Mrs. Went,

I can't believe it's been such a long time since we lost Tony. Five years seems so long, yet it all seems so fresh, too. On my desk at work I keep a picture of Tony and I from the last time I saw him. I looked at it tonight and was surprised at how much I missed him, how intense it can still be.

I have a story to share with you that I hope makes you feel good about where Tony is. I am pregnant. My husband and I went for a regular doctor's visit about 6 weeks ago. We borrowed a small dictaphone-type recorder and tape from my father to tape the heartbeat. During the exam Steve recorded things. In the car afterward in the parking lot I excitedly rewound the tape and played it back. Instead of a heartbeat there was a dial tone. It was an old tape from an answering machine and I thought the tape didn't record properly. I rewound some more and tried again. This time I heard a dial tone for a split second then Tony's voice: "Hey, Jen, it's Tony. It's Tuesday. Just checking to see how you're doing. Give me a call when you have a chance." I froze. I haven't heard that voice in 5 years and here he was again. Mrs. Went, that tape was from the day my sister had heart surgery - 9 years ago! I consider it my little sign from Tony that he's watching me and knows about my baby. Otherwise how did I find just the right spot on the tape, how did the tape survive 9 years, how did I get that tape instead of the many others my father has. I truly believe Tony wanted to touch me that day. I wish I could explain how beautiful and powerful it was. I hope it touches you as well.

As always, you're in my thoughts. I still dream about Tony, and he is always happy and doing things he loved. I feel blessed that he visits me to let me know he's fine. I hope you have that comfort as well.

Take care.

Love, Jennifer

PS - Jared Edward Morris arrived November 13, 2002.