It was two years ago today that I recieved that phone call… that phone call that crippled me and my family. It was my father informing me of his mother’s passing, a woman who gave her life to those around her… for yet I was lucky enough to rekindle a relationship before her passing and share not only my life by my families lives as with her as well. For my utmost and sincere apologies didn’t go with vane yet I knew they’d not make up for complete lost time they’d had to do and they’d have to do with every chance we’d get to visit. But it was that day, that cold and bitter day in February that had me calling out of work, driving off to an open place in the woods listening to country music to prep myself for what would be the hardest few days to come by, for we no had to prepapre for a funeral service. To my beloved Nana may you rest in peace with your mother, father, sister and brother and may you rekindle that love with Grandpa in the heaves above and may you all watch down on us guiding us in the path to see you once again at heavens gates. Love always & forever your granddaughter Amanda & Family
For not only does february 9th hurt but the 13th comes in double while the passing of my aunt happened the day we layed my nana to rest the year before and before my birthday we layed my aunt to rest as well… sad sad sad… May you all above rest in peace and further watch down on us.