I wish heaven had a phone so I could hear your voice again. I thought of you today but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday, and days before that too. I think of you in silence, I often speak your name. All I have are memories and your picture in a frame. Your memory is a keepsake, from which I'll never part. God has you in his arms, I have you in my heart. - anonymous
we really like this poem.
today is the winter solstice. the shortest day of the year. i ponder what is next. a new leaf? and fresh start? it all seems so trite. everything has changed and new beginnings have yet to offer any hope. now it's off to visit my baby's grave...
