Guess what... Geocities has let me in to write you another letter. Isn't that wonderful??
I am so happy I was able to get in long enough to write you that I am beside myself. This is still the best place on the internet to build a website... when you can get into geocities!
Well sweetheart. Mommy and her new hubby finally got base housing in Columbus, and mommy is much happier about that. She has been having bad times without you darlin. I know how hard it is on me, missing you as I do. I can't even imagine the heartache she is feeling. To me you were worth more than the air I breathe and I can think of nothing that I loved more than you. So I know it has to be so hard on your mommy. She called me the other day crying and missing you so much. I still would gladly change places with you if it were possible. Just so you and mommy could have more years together. I can be driving down the road, and break into tears, because you're suppose to be in your carseat behind me, fussing and wanting some frenchfries. Oh honey! Grammy had so many things I wanted to do with you. Now, they will never happen. I know that I said in an earlier letter that there will be no presents under Grammy's tree this year for my angel. Well I was wrong, baby. There will be a present for you under my tree. And you will be with us on Jesus' birthday. Your gift may not be wraped in paper and bows, but it will be there for you to see the moment you open your eyes on Christmas morning. So be sure to look down from heaven to see what we have for you. I guess I better close this one for now, baby. I love you with all my heart sweetie. Keep singing those beautiful angel songs for Mommy and me.
Thank you precious Jesus for giving us the time we had with our littlest angel.
Love
Grammy
is it any wonder it makes my heart race.
See that sweet and amazing smile,
To see it again I'd walk five hundred miles.
Look at those sweet and precious arms,
That once hugged me each and every morn.
See that precious and perfect body,
It used to hold my precious littlest angel.
Now her pure and loving soul,
Fills my heart that has a big hole.
by Wanda Bryant
November 1999
