I miss you baby girl.
What I would give to hear you laugh again or see you stick your tongue out in defiance of whatever your adventurous, rebel heart protested.
Like the bold pink petal of the crepe myrtle that float across the clear, turquoise pool, I'm amazed at the contrast memories of you bring me. The uniqueness of you and the pain of us without you. If I had my way, the petals would stay on each tree; yet they are still so pretty as the Oklahoma summer wind pushes them across the surface of the pool.
Memories are one good thing - better when you were there to laugh with me-but beautiful in contrast to the emptiness that has surrounded me.
"For no one is cast off by the Lord forever. Though he brings grief, he will show compassion, so great is his unfailing love. For he does not willingly bring affliction or grief to anyone."