Not really the place I know. But I want everyone to read this. I want you all to know how wonderful my daughter was and how much she is missed. So indulge me please.
Tommorow (27th) is the fourth anniversary of my girls death from luekemia. She was only 14 and was wonderful. She was so strong and brave, so dignified and graceful, so very very beautiful.
I miss her. I wish you could all have met her.
I found this poem after she died.
THE RECALL
THE night was dark when she went away, and they slept.
The night is dark now, and I call for her, "Come back, my darling; the world is asleep; and no one would know, if you came for a moment while stars are gazing at stars."
She went away when the trees were in bud and the spring was young.
Now the flowers are in high bloom and I call, "Come back, my darling. The children gather and scatter flowers in reckless sport. And if you come and take one little blossom no one will miss it."
Those that used to play are playing still, so spendthrift is life.
I listen to their chatter and call, "Come back, my darling, for mother's heart is full to the brim with love, and if you come to snatch only one little kiss from her no one will grudge it."
Rabindranth Tagore