Everyone has lost someone in their life, whom they have loved and thought when they see them again, they will tell them how much they mean to them, and how much they love them. But before tomorrow becomes today, don't let another moment pass, without telling them, what they mean to you, each and every day. You must find a way, before they too, go away.
Cherish every moment, take nothing for granted. Wake up every morning, knowing that every new day is a gift itself.

JoAnna, my daughter, died on August 20th., my son Todd's third birthday, of a rare disease called Waterhouse Friderichsen Syndrome. JoAnna was 14 months old. God must've had a special need for JoAnna and her Mom in Heaven. A need that I may never understand.
Didn't he know how alone I would be, how sad my days would be, how much I would miss them? How could our God, not know?

Linda and JoAnna, I love you and miss you both more and more each and every day, more than words can ever say. May you both rest in peace, where there is no pain or sorrow, good not bad, glad not sad. Where the fields of flowers rise endlessly, and the rivers flow unimpeded. Where all of God's creatures, big or small, are nourished, have no fear, and where they compliment, not conquer each other. A place without storms, just a rainbow, where you and I will meet, someday soon. God willing.
 
Losing the ability to speak as a boy, or the ability to walk as a man, was easy. But living my life without you, is just way too hard.   KevJ1~l2h. 🌠