6,960 days ago my daughter committed suicide. She was nineteen. Nineteen years later I still feel the aching hole she left in my being.
Angel, I still think of you each and every day. You were a gift in my life and I miss you deeply. There were several wonderful stages of living you missed.
It is a grey day here in paradise, but I will get through it. I have for 6,960 days.
Update: Sunday I received a text message from my son. He is visiting my mom (his Granny), his dad, step mom, sisters and brother and all the extended families in Omaha. Put some of ur colors on Angels grave. luv U i will text u when i land. I am staying at gina's 2 night.