The day has come and gone, the third anniversary of your death. It hurts as much now as it did then. I cannot begin to put in words how deep it cuts my heart to think of you .
Then, on the other hand, I smile ear to ear just remembering the joy you brought to my heart watching you grow up. Good times and bad times we laughed and cried together. We would hold each other tight and tell each other we loved each other.
As a little girl, you would come and sleep in Mama's bed, This never changed when you got older. Even at 42, I remember holding you in my arms in my bed. You crying and Mama letting you know I was there for you. Everything would be OK.
Then on a beautiful September night 2013, Jesus let you fall asleep in his arms, where you will stay till He comes and resurrects you from your grave. We will meet each other in the air, as the rest of our beautiful family all join hands together, to live in the family of God forever and ever. My heart longs for that day. While I am here, I will continue to tell others of our great God's love. In hopes, I can hasten up His soon Coming, and we will be with Him forever.
Till then sleep well, my dear and beautiful daughter.
Love Your Mother.