Our daughter's unconditional love is everywhere. It speaks to me with every heartbeat.
I feel her love as I pass by her bedroom and see the memorial of pictures on the wall.
I see her love in the memorial tree we planted in the front yard.
I smell her love in the blooming lilac on the back deck.
I hear her love in the children's laughter from our next-door neighbors.
I see her love in the memorial tree we planted in the front yard.
I smell her love in the blooming lilac on the back deck.
I hear her love in the children's laughter from our next-door neighbors.
I feel a strange gratitude, not happiness, but a warmth that Ashley is not with me physically, she is in me spiritually.
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