On your last night with us you lay in the garden, letting the rain drench you. You always hated getting wet, but you wanted to feel the rain one last time. I am sure you knew it was your time; you heard
the angels calling you.
I thank god we let you sleep in our room that night, and I hope you knew that we were there when you took your last breath. I know you had to go but I would have saved you if I could.
Your little damaged heart had enough. God bless.
Love always,
| Donna and Dan |