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| Zip Line on Camano Island. Fall of 2012 |
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Memorial Day Weekend. A fun weekend tradition with their friends.
2012 |
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| With her youngest son Andrew |
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| With her niece Olivia. It was Olivia's turn to create a Chemo Buddy. |
Sick as she was, she always had a smile. But she cried too, yes she did. She did not want to die. She wanted to watch her sons grow up, finish their educations and marry. She wanted to grow old with Joseph, now he will grow old without her.
I did not have any favorite children. They all are very unique people who hold a special place in my heart. I am proud of each of them for the strong beautiful people they matured into. That special place Kris held in my heart is still there. I am stuffing it full of memories, happy ones of her smiling and having fun. I miss her with my entire being and I know I will until the day we are together again in Heaven.
Eight months but who is counting.................
4 comments:
My heart cries for you my friend and yes, I have tears running down my face too. I can't imagine the terribleness of losing a beloved child. I'm so happy you have the assurance of knowing you'll see her again in Heaven. You are blessed to know that. I'll keep praying for you my friend,
Blessings,
Betsy
You are in my prayers every night. I do not know what it is like to losing a child but I do know what it is like to lose a loved one. My husband lost his battle with leukemia last year in August. Have a blessed day. Madeline
You may think you are alone in counting Evie but you never are.
We can't help but count, it is a universal mourning for parents. You have been missing her for 8 months & she has been rejoicing for the same time. Some day you will rejoice together when the chain adds another link in eternity.
I am so sorry Evy for this hard path that you have to walk. You will continue to count, even at 4 years and not quite 2 months. I'm crying with you now. At times it's hard to breathe. Take your own pace. But know it's a journey that has the final destination in Heaven. And mourn and grieve and cry. Someone who had lost a daughter told me that we grieve because their lives meant so much in ours. Praying for you.
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