Mom,
I planted you Foxgloves.
I hope you like them.
I miss you
and
Love you
so very much.
If
the people we love are stolen from us,
the way to have them live on is
to
never stop loving them.
Buildings burn, people die,
but real love is
forever.
~The Crow~
Beautiful Becca! Colleen, I miss you so much! The gift of your friendship was taken away too soon!
ReplyDelete