November 12, 2015
November 12, 2015
Can't, believe, it's been 5 years. You, have Nana, with you, now.
God, help me get through another year, without you. Miss, you so, do
much. No, one will mourn, the way I do. You, were my first born.
Love, you. One, day, God will reunite us. Love, you, Mom
God, help me get through another year, without you. Miss, you so, do
much. No, one will mourn, the way I do. You, were my first born.
Love, you. One, day, God will reunite us. Love, you, Mom