Some days I sense Vic’s closeness. I sometimes smell her. But I cannot touch her. I cannot hear her voice.
The boys and I light candles for you my precious baby…
We whisper your name
The boys write your name in the sand…
You send us feathers from Heaven….
How we miss your brave smile…
How I miss reaching out and being able to touch you
Holding you my precious child…
Yesterday, today, forever……
I love you Angel Child!
Re-posted from http://myownheart.me/2013/07/08/my-daughter/. This blog belongs to a dear friend of mine. Len Williams-Carver who lost her daughter tragically in 2011 – not through illness but Klysta was murdered! Len posted this, and now I am reposting these beautiful words. Thank you my dear friend!! You are in my heart!
My angel up in heaven, I wanted you to know,
I feel you watching over me, everywhere I go.
I wish you were with me, but that can never be,
Memories of you in my heart, that only I can see.
My angel up in heaven, I hope you understand,
That I would give anything, if I could hold your hand.
I’d hold you oh so tightly, and never let you go,
And all the love inside of me, to you I would show.
My angel up in heaven, for now we are apart,
You’ll always live inside of me, deep within my heart.
KLYSTA LaNELL 08-20-1969 to 02-19-2011
My beautiful daughter, my heart void.
VICKY BRUCE 31-08-1974 TO 18-01-2013
My beautiful daughter, my Angel Child.
“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief…and unspeakable love.”
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