I sit and try to write words I want your heart to hear, hoping to find some comfort in the fact you’re no longer here. I look at the house you once occupied, knowing the house is empty, because you my baby girl have died. I will always miss you and love you but you’re in a better place. Someday I will hold you again and you will kiss my face.
With love,
| Missy |
| 25, Mar 2008 |
| Janet@Bob Williams |