A carousal of flash backs eroding my composure. Your only history, the only child. I saw you pass, I saw your last meal, I read you the last scripture. You where gasping for air, we where helpless. The transport was there ready to take you to your comfort.
Melinda bought flowers for the neighbor. Some petunias for her flower box. I was over touched and brought to the reality I knew was coming for weeks, No mom.
The carousal turned: the florida evenings on he beach watching the sunset. The speedy rides in the 68 mustang. The library boredom moments. The times of comfort. The phone calls. The showing your heart.
Your heart is what I carry to the watching. You doubted your security but the scripture you underlined transcended. Your desire was for all your family to know Jesus. We all have been objects of your prayer, and have felt the answers from above.