May God bless you and your...
I'm looking forward to seeing that mouthful of teeth as you come running toward me on those new legs, thanking me for the bowl of sour cream that I'm going to bring to you when it's my time to come. Seriously though, there's a great big gaping hole in many hearts that - although it may reduce in size as it's filled with the scar tissue called time - will never be the same again. Um, okay, so poetry's not my thing. What I mean to say is... I miss you.
Janna Odenthal
August 12, 2006 | Crown Point, IN