Today you would be turning 3, and I’m not going to hide the fact that every day I think of you and wish you were here with me. I remember your secret little glances, the special moments we shared that made my life worth living, but most of all I remember YOU and the love we shared …a love that fills my heart still.
I know your love surrounds me, and I find myself constantly reminded of the things you would do ... but today when I took the girls to get their nails clipped we walked down a block we walked but seldom pass these days … it was warm out and the sun was shining but we did find a little shade beneath a few trees, then all of a sudden a “cool gust of wind spiraled past us,"surrounding us, and for a fleeting moment my heart was lifted and I felt such an inner peace, as I looked up between the branches I could see the suns rays shining, then my eyes began to filled with tears, I couldn’t help it …. My first thoughts were, "Luna, is that YOU?!"
How could I possibly explain the love we shared, and how you so freely shared it with everyone ... you danced like the wind, you loved to run and play, and meet new friends. You looked upon each day with curiosity and excitement, loving each moment and learning from every experience, and you always smiled … I couldn’t help but smile with you. All those trips we took together, our bond grew tighter still, I didn’t realize how much till the day she left me and went to you. Oh Lord, I know you can hear me when I sweetly call her name, I know you watch me when I cry ... I know you can look within my heart and see me as she did, all that we were together, and how very much I love her still. I was so proud to be her mom, smiled at the sight of her, I never mind anything she ever did, even when she would wrestle me for my towel after I showered and usually won, I would walk back to the bathroom and find her on top chewing a corner marking her victory. How I still look for her in the places we've grown accustomed to, how my heart misses her more with each passing day ... no matter where I am or what I did, she would only be a few steps away. I always knew where she was, she was my shining light, the love of my life, the better part of me. I know one day we will see each other again ... some days I can feel her with me ... I know it's been 2 years, but some days feels like hours ... I know she will always be with me, within me, my special love!
Luna, the keeper of my heart, she has it still.
Hugs from Kia and Miss Deb
Thank you Laura and Dale
From Misty Rose & Vicki
From Luke and Miss Lauvern
"How long will the pain last?"
A broken-hearted mourner asked me.
"All the rest of your Life,"
I have to answer truthfully.
We never quite forget.
No matter how many years pass, we remember.
The loss of a loved one is like a major operation.
Part of us is removed, and we have a scar
For the rest of our lives.
As years go by, we manage.
There are things to do, things to care for,
Tasks that call for full attention.
But the pain is still there, not far below the surface.
We see a dog or a cat that looks familiar,
Hear a voice that echoes,
See a photograph we put away,
See a landscape that once we saw together,
And it seems as though
A knife were in the wound again.
But not so painfully,
And mixed with joy, too,
Because remembering a happy time is not all sorrow;
It brings back some happiness with it, too.
How long will the pain last?
"All the rest of your life."
But the thing to remember
Is that not only will the pain last,
But the blessed memories as well.
Tears are proof of life;
The more love, the more tears.
If this be true, then how could we ever ask
That the pain cease altogether?
For then the memory of love would go with it.
The pain of grief is the price we pay for love.
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