Love you dearest Geord. Miss you this Christmas and every Christmas. Your stocking still hangs in your memory, but it’s missing the goodies inside. I love to remember how you were so excited to get your gifts, and tore them open eagerly. Christmas isn’t the same without you: I look forward to many Christmases with you in Heaven. Wait for me,
Merry Christmas in Heaven,
| Geordie |
| 1, May 2005 |
| Shelly Wolf-Lake |