A Version of Mary Frye's "Do Not Stand at My Grave" poem. This link tells the background: http://www.businessballs.com/donotstandatmygraveandweep.htm
...and the memories still knock the wind out of me.
Missing you doesn't begin to describe the way I feel without you 2 loves of my life. We will be together agian, this I can promise. Momma nvr makes a promise I cannot keep. Until the Lord brings you home, I am not complete. We need you and are patiently waiting for your arrival. See you soon my loves. Always, momma