Memory Book

It is that moment in time … again. It is late, or rather, very early in the morning and comes The Authoritative Knock on the door. Suddenly awakened to utter despair that reverberates for as long as life. Friends, previously unmet gather to watch over our Upheaval. To throw the first lifeline of Faith into a Raging Flash Flood in the hope that we could instinctively grasp and hold fast and be pulled to safety against the unimaginable torrent. The effort to cling, bringing full and total exhaustion, leaves one so spent that life going forward seems as improbable as forever swimming against such a force.
Yet, as with any flood, the waters do eventually subside within natural banks. Simply stay alive long enough, surrender, and return to the natural calming downstream flow of life - with the inevitable swirls, bumps, and even the eddies that bring unexpected reversals of direction. Sometimes, without any warning, evidence of The Upheaval is exposed … again. Why? How? Life outside of the natural channel exposes that the aftermath of Great Forces remain. It is so plain to see, even thirteen years later, to the hour.
Yet … floods also purge. If one dares to accept the destruction, then, in all truth, one - eventually - will not forever deny the cleansing renewal that is ultimately apparent in every aftermath. That is the cycle of life. It is upon the exposed and scoured bedrock that we rebuild and go forward through future droughts - and floods encountered during our lives. Seeking as often as we are able: renewed hope, greater appreciation of our relatively short life, a strengthened faith in the sometimes opaque goodness of God, and with ever-increasing capacity to love all manner of beings.
To look up to heaven and feel in my heart that I honestly strive to live in a manner that, everyday of her life, came naturally to my beautiful daughter, Jamie. She is always … pure love.

I am missing you so much. Looking at your photos over and over. Can you send a new one from Heaven. Are you riding a horse.? I love you to the moon and back....... Momma

Merry Christmas Jamie. We all think of you often, especially this time of year.

I've never been to a BNL concert, & I've always debated going because I wasn't sure if I'd be more happy/reminiscing or more sad. Thinking of you often Jamie.

I was looking at the Milky Way wondering how your view is. Missing you so very much. We are getting along and doing just fine, so do not worry about us. Mom is putting in more fresh flowers around our yard. David has a job interview next week that he's excited about - and a little nervous too. I am so grateful for our home and for my friends and family ... and Willie the Cat. You would love him so much. Oh, and the birds love our fountain and are always splashing in and drinking it's cool water. Love You 'til the end of time my beautiful Jamie.

I am planting flowers today, and thinking how much I would love to share this day with my daughter. We have some many amazing birds in our yard these days. Curtis is a bird man feeding them and taking their photos. The Baciocco is still a favorite of the colorful birds. Missing Jamie, love Mom

I am visiting your page on the day that brought you into the world. I am a much better person from knowing you in your brief life, and miss your beautiful smile, sweet and loving nature and warm hugs. I miss you every day, sweetie, and hold you in my heart forever.

I miss her hugs, her smile. Thank God I still feel her love all around. Today I was reading cards she gave me though the years. I am so thankful and feel blessed to be her MOM.

Thinking of Jamie today. Merry Christmas to everyone in Jamie's life.