Wednesday, May 25, 2011

When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.

November 27, 1933-May 25, 2005

My dad passed away on this day six years ago. He is holding me. I am number four out eight children. 

"Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy"

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