November 3rd has come and gone.
It’s been a year since we last held your hand, stroked your hair, kissed your cheek.
I sat by your bedside, singing your favourite hymns that daddy picked out, and tears appearing at the corners of your eyes while you were in a coma.
We’ll remember and love you always.
You are blessed because SHE had left with you a legacy of love and grace. Your Mum, we remember her fondly as a great woman after God’s heart! Rejoice! for God has turned all her tears into joy.