Whimsies, rhymes and stuff.
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.
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