Well this is the 2nd Thanksgiving that I am not having your turkey and stuffing and my favorite sweet potatoes. I hate it. I can imagine you and your momma preparing a feast together in heaven. Nanny in her blue dress and sweater. Dad in the living room. I can’t write anymore as I am crying at work. I love you all so much.
Your anniversary is full of memories, wonderful, yet so sad. Of all the celebrations and the happy times we have had.
And though you’re missed every single day, smiling when we think of you helps us on our way.
And as both of you were so wonderful and played so many parts. You never really left us Mom and Dad because you are still here in our hearts. 💕
Grandma can you come back. They go on and then they are making jokes about u. Please come back or come get me.
Me again. I miss you so incredibly much. I feel the sadness coming on my again and I hate it. I know you are content in heaven. I know you are. Here are my 2 mom wishes.
I am seeing Theresa Caputo tomorrow night. PLEASE come to me. Please. Tell me you are ok. please.
2nd. Please give Mike Lambert all the love he needs and give Sherry the information that he is with you and God.
I love you so much. I miss you so much. Please pray for Scott. Please give him the strength to talk to me so I can help him.
I love you,
Marianne
With all that I have been through, all the hurt, all the pain, all the struggles that have come as a result of losing you, I am still forever grateful that I had you. Miss you every day. 💔
Remembering Dad on Father’s Day. I read dozens of poems but could not find one that I liked. So, I will make it short and sweet. Happy Father’s Day from your daughters.
I think about you every single day. I miss our talks and I miss shlan. I feel very empty at times. I truly hope you are with me and I would really really love some signs. Please. Do something special for us when we are in Montana.
I love you so much. I can’t wait to see you and daddy again. I am looking forward to that hug.
I am sorry
I miss you so damn much. I hate that I can’t speak to you. it hurts my soul. Please please please visit me. Make yourself known. I love you
In God’s garden up above, stands a Rose we dearly love. She stands with petals open wide, watered by the tears we all have cried. Her fragrance fills our lives each day, locked in our hearts she will always stay.
Sadly missed by all who knew her, especially her daughters, Valerie, Cheryl, Sandy, Carol and Donna.
You were Daddy’s girl. After Daddy died you became my girl. You were always happy. You made people smile especially with the way you wagged your tail making it go in circles. When you went to the Vet you thought you were the host of a party. You had to greet everyone in the office and in the waiting room. You would also greet anyone who walked through the door. I always called you the Vets Walmart greeter. Rest in peace sweetheart. Love you always. Mom 🐾❤️