Tag: #keepinghercandlelit
Your mark
What a beautiful little girl. So precious to this world. You left your mark on us and you’ll never even known it. Strength in every move even through all your struggles. You fought and worked so hard through the pain and wouldn’t show it. We watched you push, watched you fight. Watched you break through. Watched and wished, wished and prayed for what only God could do. Make you whole, make you happy, make your body strong. Now left so confused because we never knew all along. His true plan was to take you, home to him. Away from hurt, away from pain, away from all of this sin. But we miss you so! We Never got to watch you grow into a beautiful woman. But you did get to grow, you grew a set of wings. You fought through the pain now only beautiful things is what your surrounded by and you feel no pain. You left such a mark , now we are left to gain. Gain your strength, gain your smile, above all gain your love. Although we miss you so much we know your above. Watching over us and giving i your love and might. Knowing this one things always brings me a smile. You get to spread your wings and Fly high baby Fly!
-Our Angel Celeste
1/17/15
Bottles of Sand
We made the plans and we set the dates
To walk through warm sand and fill up our plates
Explore all the food and above all the beach
We would share good moods as we sink in our feet
Into the sandy powder of all shades and colors
Waves even louder? We’ve always but wondered…
How it would be to just laugh and explore
All of the beaches the world has in store.
We made the plans, and set the dates
Little did we know, the dates were too late.
-Our Angel Celeste
Welcome to my blog
I have so many thoughts going through my head. I feel like I’m on a roller coaster. Sometimes I’m ready to conquer the world and plaster the smile on my face that’s needed to give me just enough strength to convince myself that i can. Somethings though, I’m stuck. Literally. I can’t get past the road blocks and the realization hits me that she’s gone. Again. Like it just happened and I’m paralyzed in grief. It’s unexplainable but writing and expressing helps me get it out. Putting into words how i feel at that moment. What triggered me and above all remembering how much i love my baby girl and just want to hold her but i can’t. This is my way of expressing that to..her. And just maybe there are people that can relate. I’ll post things on my personal Facebook sometimes but as much as i love the responses of strength and love, i feel like I’m asking for pity. It’s the opposite. I do it for strength and I just need to express myself. So here i am. My expression, my words and thoughts. My blog. Not sure how well this is going to go so here goes nothing.
The 'After' Me 