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