It is Sunday, December 4, 2011. I am here on this magnificant day. A day that makes people like me that are grieving feel happy. I am happy that I can wake up again, make my coffee, and get on this PC to write about my Jeannette. It is without a doubt that she is in Heaven and rejoicing in God's Kingdom.
I know that if Jeannette would have had a second chance at life that she would have made drastic changes. Now that she would know who truly loved her she would have moved to Fresno and closer to me. She and I would have so much fun together. I would be able to see my grandchildren whom I love with all my heart.
If it wasn't for Diana (my oldest child) I do not know how I could cope. Diana has always been an amazing child. She has so much wisdom for her young age. I rely on her for advice at times and I totally enjoy her company. Diana was twelve years old when she pulled me from the point of despair. I was going through a terrible breakdown after my marriage collapsed. I fell to the floor crying my eyes out. She picked me up and comforted me. Her twelve year old body managed to pick up a grown woman and carry her to bed. That is how much she loved me.
Now that I am living out my days grieving for my Jeannette, it is Diana who makes sure I am o.k. by calling me or texting me. I love her with all my heart.
I know that if Jeannette would have had a second chance at life that she would have made drastic changes. Now that she would know who truly loved her she would have moved to Fresno and closer to me. She and I would have so much fun together. I would be able to see my grandchildren whom I love with all my heart.
If it wasn't for Diana (my oldest child) I do not know how I could cope. Diana has always been an amazing child. She has so much wisdom for her young age. I rely on her for advice at times and I totally enjoy her company. Diana was twelve years old when she pulled me from the point of despair. I was going through a terrible breakdown after my marriage collapsed. I fell to the floor crying my eyes out. She picked me up and comforted me. Her twelve year old body managed to pick up a grown woman and carry her to bed. That is how much she loved me.
Now that I am living out my days grieving for my Jeannette, it is Diana who makes sure I am o.k. by calling me or texting me. I love her with all my heart.
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