Registered: December 2007
Location: Toledo, OH
Tissue alert on this one if you read the journaling. It’s personal for me, but I cried writing it.
This is for Rina’s book, but on this one Tori’s page will be pretty close to the same, just with her picture at five, maybe different papers. Deanna will have been gone 8 years next month.
It was such a sad and shocking day in April, 2000. I got a phone call in the morning about your Mom, that she died.
You and your sister came to spend few days with me while the rest of the family grieved and made preparations for the funeral. I had taken you to the kids play area at the mall. I cried as I watched you play. I cried for the two girls I loved so much that wouldn’t grow up with their Mom and I cried for the woman who would never see her babies become women.
I learned the greatest lesson in my life about love the next day. You two sat in the back seat of my car discussing things, making plans. It was to my horror and fear as I listened to you discussing which one of you would “stay with Daddy and which one would die to be with Mommy, so neither one would be lonely.”
After assuring you both that your Mom was in Heaven and she’d always be able to be with you both and wouldn't want you in Heaven with her yet, I realized what beautiful love you were expressing. To, without batting an eyelash, be willing to make that sacrifice for the love of someone.
I hope you can always love like that, that you’ll always be able to give and feel love that pure, that unconditional. I hope you grow always open enough to find those who you can share that love with and wise enough to know where it is safe to give that trust. I hope that even when you misjudge, that you never close your heart to feeling love that strongly.
Thank you for teaching me how pure love can really be.
Kit - Spring Romantic by Doreen Stoltz
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