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dedicate this to you, Kelsey Lynn Barber, my Angel Baby. You are the special gift, who arrived at a time I needed a miracle, to show me how to smile again. I never dreamed how much joy awaited me, nor did I ever fathom how valuable it would be for me to view my life again, through the innocence of your eyes. You hold me in the palm of your hand, Kelsey, and because of the overwhelming power you have over me, I hope I do this justice. This is my legacy to you, dearest granddaughter. |
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pon earning my wings, you have a tremendous responsibility to protect this research and remember that I expect you to pass this on to your grandchildren. I hope you see fit to write a few chapters of your own. Thus, when generations to come glimpse into this family tree, they won't see peculiar names of ancestors long forgotten, framed by dates they will consider ancient history, but will instead feel some of the essence of our spirit.
one of our ancestors will ever, in any version, be construed as famous people; they were special and should not be overlooked. Any ommisions or errors are strictly innocent mistakes and should not be construed otherwise. The riches of who they were are treasured memories and collections of each. I hug them often. That embrace of spirit is what has molded me into who I am.
herish these treasures I leave you, Kelsey. Hug them often. It is only through you and your sharing, that these memories will continue to entertain future hearts. As you drift through our treasured memories and collections of each, listen for the sound of a symphony of wings, for you will hopefully discover that angels sleep here. |
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