We mourn the loss of our daughter who passed away much too
young. We ask readers to not only remember her beautiful spirit, but to
remember to live life to the fullest because it is much too short.
I hope as you are looking down from Heaven that you are able to see how much you were adored, and so so loved.
Sara Summer Swanson-Smith was a loving and compassionate
person who loved to be silly. She loved being with family and friends laughing
and telling stories. Sara was a kind person who loved deeply. If you were lucky
enough to be present when she gazed into her daughter’s face, the pure joy
radiating from her would blind you. Sara wanted nothing more than for Shevelle to
have a wonderful life.
We will always remember her infectious smile, sparkling eyes,
and caring personality. Her presence in our lives will be sorely missed. When
you think of Sara, celebrate the good memories you have of her. Remember that
life is fragile and short and should be lived to the fullest.
A poem I wrote to my daughter a year ago but was never able
to give it to her. I pray she hears it now.
My daughter
As times goes on,
in the still of the
night,
and you battle on,
to what seems right.
My prayer is God,
somehow lets her see,
just how you love
her,
and how she could be
free.
Though she is miles,
and miles away,
loneliness in her
heart,
should lead her to
pray.
For though she
cannot,
Seem to understand,
I pray dear Lord,
hold her hand.
She is my daughter,
and surely, I care,
for her soul is in,
great despair.
She’s lonely with in,
and cannot find,
nothing to satisfy
her wearisome mind.
But Lord do you see
her,
for surely you do,
something in her,
that could be used
for you.
Help her to know you,
this is my prayer,
for she is my
daughter,
I love her, I care.
