I let Cody pick the name.
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I’ve taken to writing notes to Ryan in my journal.
I think it’s helped me move on.
Tonight, as I stare at my husband holding our newborn daughter, both sound asleep in the hospital chair, I feel like this may be my last entry.
My dear sweet Ryan—
Today I gave birth to Tucker’s little sister, and she’s beautiful.
She came early, and I was scared to death, but she’s healthy in every way.
I let Cody pick her name.
He named her Ryanna.
I know you’d like that.
I’ll always love you, baby.
And someday I’ll see you again.
Until then, I’m going to try very hard to have a good life and to raise our boy to be happy and to live life fearlessly, just like his father.
—Heather
P.S. I know you sent Cody to save me that day on the bridge. I hope you know how completely he’s done that job. You don’t have to worry anymore. He’s a great husband to me and a great father to your son. Goodbye, my love. Rest easy.
