I miss her.
I watch my children and I miss her.
She was only ten days old but her impact is never ending and profound.
The miracle was that she lived.
If you have speakers turn them on and listen to the song that is playing.
He never promised that it would be painless, only that He would hold me while I cry.
This is what it means to be held...
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Tears for you, then and now, Angie.
Dear Olivia,
I miss you, too. So...I went home and held Grandma in my arms and we danced for you. See you later.
Grandpa
Oh, my goodness. I was just going to leave a comment letting you know that that song makes me think of my Katy, too. But your Daddy's comment was too much for me and now I'm cryin'!!!
I remember when my Katy went to be with Jesus, sometimes my parents' grief was harder for me to deal with than my own. I was surprised by how much they hurt.
You have a talent, Angie. You're a good writer. Sometimes the way you turn a phrase is just right, and it makes me glad I stopped in to read.
I appreciate that Pam. It means a lot to have family care so much.
Lori - you are so kind. Thank you so much for saying so.
Dad - Well I don't think I need to say. You know...Ang
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