Every Brick Has a Story
We celebrate our loved ones' lives by remembering and sharing their stories here.
Rachel Anne Your physical presence in our lives, is missed every second, of everyday. Your physical presence in our lives, was truly a gift from God. We hear your voice in the breeze, we see your presence as night, turns to day, we feel your presence as the warm sun touches our skin or as a raindrop kisses our cheek. Our love, faith, trust in our Heavenly Father has deepened. Our knowing of eternal life, deepens as one day, we will be united for eternity. My precious daughter, cherished sister, beloved mother, our love continues. As butterflies dance, songs of birds, remind us all, of your whimsy and delightful nature. With each breath, I miss you more. With each prayer I feel Gods comforting touch. With each sound of your voice in the breeze, each raindrop kiss, I reach for you, I look for you. I know you are near. All my love baby girl. Momma
My baby died. Today and everyday, remember. - August 19th, Day of Hope