On Monday, February 21, 2000 around 10 p.m., there was a lot of activity going on in Heaven. God was smiling, more than usual, and was eagerly awaiting a very special soul. He turned to one of His most trusted angels and with joy said, “It’s time. Bring him home.” All of the angels, except a little one, ran with haste to prepare a magnificent homecoming.

Dear Mom,

It’s been almost a year since I’ve heard your comforting voice and seen your beautiful face. I long so much to feel your arms around me in only a hug that a mother can give. I want all this so much.

Today is the three year anniversary of Carrie’s death. She was 20-years-old when she died. I can scarcely believe that this time has passed, yet, the calendars have changed and the seasons have passed.

We must always look up…

Looking back now, over the past twenty-five years, I think about my life as a daughter to my father. Remembering just how things were, how they could have been, how I wanted them to be.