Memories run through my mind like sand in an hourglass

My precious child,
It's been 2 years and three months since I saw you last on this earth. You took your flight to Heaven that night and nothing has been the same since.
I see the little dragonfly with the white tail a lot when I'm working in my flowers. I know you sent it to make me think of you. I feel that you are whispering to me a lot, things I need to know. I know that you are not far off in the sky, but just in another dimension just a whisper away from where I am.

I hear a song sometimes and my eyes tear as I think of the future on this earth without you. Life is hard enough when we have our children and all is well. But when I had to bury your precious body and say goodbye, at least an earthly goodbye, well that's been a very, very difficult thing to do.

I think of Jeff all the time. You know he and his new wife are expecting a child soon. Oh, how I wish over and over that it would have been your child. I see a mom and her daughter and grandchild in the store and think--that could have been Erin and me. I know that you would want Jeff to go on with his life, but it just makes me so sad that I guess it's good I don't see or hear from him anymore. We love him as our own son, but he chooses to stay away. Maybe it's as hard for him as it is for us. I did ride by the house a few weeks ago. I wanted to see if all your beautiful flowers were blooming. But I only saw a few purple lilies. The grass wasn't cut and, for the first time, I knew that you weren't there--that your 'print' wasn't even on the place anymore. You loved working in the yards and keeping them nice looking and planting flowers everywhere. It's o.k. because I know that where you are there are lovely gardens for you to tend and plant and care for if you wish.

Have you met Paul? He left for Heaven Sat. night. He was Jack's friend. And I feel he probably has met you by now.

We miss you, our beautiful girl. All the lovely memories of your childhood run through my mind like sand through an hour glass, only it's over and over. I'll see some little something around the house and remember something we did or that you said when you were growing up. You brought your daddy, David, and me such joy and sunshine and happiness. I hope you know how very much you meant to us and how much we miss you now.

I love you!
Mama