Memorial service is in the process of being scheduled. We are awaiting on the church.
To my mom:
There are days when I miss you most of all, like watching the leaves turn in the fall,
as I remember now you taught me how to bake a pie from those big bags of apples you would buy, as I go into the kitchen to make my own I will not be alone because you live inside my heart and are looking down from heaven to make sure I don't make them too tart. I miss you soo much sometimes I want to cry, but then picture you up there in the sky standing there with the apple of your eye. (Dad)
Although now I love butterflies, it wasnt always to be, my mom made us a butterfly blanket, but my sister made me see butterflies could hurt me, so you see, my mom had to remove the butterflies to comfort me.