The wanderings, wonderings and mutterings of an Impossible Pollyanna.
Oh, Debs, I'm so sorry. Dear little Sophie. My heart goes out to you and your family. I don't think it ever gets any easier, really. But here's a little poem that has somewhat comforted me at times like this. Maybe it will do the same for you. Grieve not,nor speak of me with tears,but laugh and talk of meas if I were beside you...I loved you so -----'twas Heaven here with you.-Isla Paschal Richardson
Thank you. That poem brought tears to my eyes.
Thank you for stopping by and taking the time to comment. I do appreciate each and every one and will do my best to reply. I do apologise for the comment moderation I've been forced to put into place thanks to Mr Dark's spamming. It was not so much the spamming that bothered me - it was his appalling grammar.