I think about you every morning. I go into your room to see you and you are not there. I still talk to you though...
I see items in the store that I know you would like but I can't buy them for you anymore. I can see you lovingly staring at the picture on the wall next to your bed. The one with the mother and cradle and two little girls. It was your Mom, You, Mille and the baby was your brother Vincent. That's what you always told Laura when she was a little girl. I am so sorry that you are gone from me, and I miss you so much.
and until we meet again, Susan XO