My Pretty Girl



Nettle

I look at this picture and ask myself, what could I have done to make her days in this world be better.  Living in Fresno and far from her made it difficult to influence her.  I wanted so much for her to move back to Fresno and closer to me and to her sister and brother.  The person that had all the opportunities to influence her, actually I am gonna change the word influence to "brainwash" her was her dad.  When he found out Jeannette was diagnosed with breast cancer, he packed his bags and he and his wife practically moved in with Jeannette.  You see, they had a plan.  A devious plan. Anyway, it's a long story and someday I will write a post and go into detail about it.  My Jeannette longed for me and for her grandparents and relatives.  That is why she would drive herself all the way to see me for as long as she could drive.  She knew I would do anything for her.  As much as I despised her dad, I agreed to have Thanksgiving at his house because Jeannette wanted that way.  I did anything for her.  During her difficult times in the hospital I cried out to God to take me instead.  I wanted her to live.  To see her children grow up, go to college and get married.  She will always be my Pretty Girl.  I miss her so very much.