"Are you really gonna let him drink that, Grandpa?" |
Monday, August 15, 2011
You and Your Grandpa!
Two of my favorite pictures of you and Kenton because your face tells the whole story. The infamous beanbag at Grandma and Grandpa Rake's house.You questioning your Grandpa's intentions, something that never changed...
Thursday, August 11, 2011
My Butterfly Tattoo
Tattoo #3 on my wrist like your stars! |
Butterfly
Does the white butterfly symbolize a soul,
your angel watching over you,
so close you could touch it?
I want to believe it is true.
Maybe it is just a white butterfly
winging through our sky,
but I want to believe it is you,
I whisper with a sigh.
Sometimes a butterfly represents no more
than the beauty of it’s flight,
or the journey it is taking,
from sunrise to twilight.
Since you’ve been gone,
we all see them, although rare,
and we want to believe it is
your way to show you care.
But, you would never arrive so quietly,
like a whisper on a breeze,
for you, my darling daughter,
did little with such ease!
You arrive with “in your face!”
that’s how we know you’re here,
we’ve all had a dose of that,
and it’s not a whisper in our ear!
Your actions shout,
“Pay attention, I am here!”
and forces us to believe,
you will always be near.
I believe,
Mama
August 11, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Think of Me
How happy you all made each other! Kenton and Tino, Kenna and Mina, KC and Calvin |
Think of me, think of me fondly
when we've said goodbye.
Remember once in awhile,
please, promise me you'll try.
When you find, that once again,
you long to take your heart back and be free,
if you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me.
We never said our love was evergreen,
or as unchanging as the sea,
but if you can still remember,
stop and think of me.
Think of all the things
we've shared and seen,
don't think about the way things
might have been.
Think of me,
think of me waking,
silent and resigned.
Imagine me, trying too hard
to put you from my mind.
Recall those days,
look back on all those times,
think of the things we'll never do,
there will never be a day when
I won't think of you.
Flowers fade,
the fruits of summer fade,
they have their seasons, so do we,
but, please promise me, that sometimes
you will think of me.
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Our Dawna and Knana! Look how much Kenna loved her. Sweet. Emma Rossen from "The Phantom of the Opera" Movie (Stars in her hair) |
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