Where do I begin? to tell a story of how great a girl she was?
the sweet sweet story of a life that is no more, where do i start?
Theres no words to say how i felt that day
after i saw her lying on the ground.
they put a white sheet over her but i already new
I wrote this poem sometime after 6/21/08 after my daughter died. I wrote to
help me deal with something i could just not do any stinking thing about.
Nothing, Nada, Nothing was ever, ever going to change this thing, this
horrible thing that happened to me and I know...
brain. Doctor cut wrong and killed her at 17 years old. Knowing she is a angel in heaven made it easer on me. Knowing that someday soon we will be in heaven together forever. In perfect bodies never feeling pain again Never wanting for nothing again having the best of...