Loved Ones On the Other Side

Sometimes those we love 'go home' way to soon to suit us.  This is true.  This is hard.

Today my little sister, Sue, would have been 47.  We called her "Essa".  She died at the age of 24.  It was awful.  She left a wonderful husband, 4 year old daughter, and 3 month old son.  I miss her every single day!

When she was 41 years old, my mother died in an motorcycle accident.  I was only 20 years old.  Her birthday is in 3 weeks, and she would have been 73 years old.  This is a picture of my mommy helping me learn to walk.

Still, life goes on, as does love.  Those who remain here on earth miss our loved ones, but are left with fond memories, other family members, and the promise of eternal families!

2012 Memorial Day at Sue's grave.  

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ESSA AND MOM!