One day, when Sherri was 19 years old, she felt dizzy while visiting a friend and soon passed out. By the time the rescue personnel got there she was not breathing. They rushed her to the hospital where they worked on her for an hour before they told my husband she was gone. I was on my way there, so now my husband had the horrible task of telling me that my baby was gone.
Sherri was such a happy girl, always smiling. I miss that smile so much. My heart aches for her every day. If only I could have gotten there sooner, maybe hearing my voice would have brought her back.
Sherri loved collecting angels and now she is an angel... my angel.
