We love(d) you so much, my Christmas angel. I always called you that…and when I would ask you if you really WERE a Christmas angel, you would look at me and grin, almost as if you had a secret. Now, of course, you have all the answers to all the questions of life.
I remember having you and being so happy. When you died there was a time that I wished we'd never had you….then there would be no pain or sadness.
Looking at your picture is a mixed bag, Meggan. How I wish I could just hold you one more time!
Send a sign, pleeeeeeeeze