Updated news from Misty

Grandchildren~ have moved to 17 WOW ~! When I wrote this last I said I would do all I could to keep my children and family together and I did until July 28, 2001, when one of my daughters was killed in a car accident. She is missed so much. A mother carries a child for 9 months and the bond starts before anyone else has a chance. A mother loves her child and raises them to adults, but the mother in you still stays the mother but then your child becomes your friend too. I long to see talk and hug my daughter and one day we will be back together. The mother in me loves and misses you so much. So Mom's and Dad's always hug your children and never forget to say I love you. You never know if there is a tomorrow. Tammy where you were there is a hole in my heart that can never be mended until we see each other again and you take your place beside your brothers and sisters. Tammy I miss you so much. I think about you every day ..... I Love You~ Your Momma ~ My Mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said. But I can hear her crying at night when all others are in bed. I watch her lay awake at night and go to hold her hand. She doesn't know I'm with her to help her understand. But like the sands on the beach that never wash away... I watch over my surviving mom, who thinks of me each day. She wears a smile for others... a smile of disguise! But through Heaven's door I see tears flowing from her eyes. My mom tries to cope with death to keep my memory alive. But anyone who knows her knows it is her way to survive. As I watch over my surviving mom through Heaven's open door... I try to tell her that angels protect me forevermore. I know that doesn't help her... or ease the burden she bears. So if you get a chance, go visit her, and show her that you care. For no matter what she says... no matter what she feels. My surviving mom has a broken heart that time won't ever heal. By Kaye Des'Ormeaux October 15, 1998 (c)all rights reserved Dedicated to the mothers who have lost a child & have somehow survived. Special dedication to Clarissa THE CORD WE ARE CONNECTED, MY CHILD AND I, BY AN INVISIBLE CORD, NOT SEEN WITH THE EYE. IT'S NOT LIKE THE CORD THAT CONNECTED US TIL BIRTH. THIS CORD ISN'T SEEN BY ANY ON EARTH. THIS CORD DOES ITS WORK RIGHT FROM THE START; IT BINDS US TOGETHER, ATTACHED TO MY HEART. I KNOW THAT IT'S THERE, THOUGH NO ONE CAN SEE THE INVISIBLE CORD FROM MY CHILD TO ME. THE STRENGTH OF THIS CORD IS HARD TO DESCRIBE. IT CAN'T BE DESTROYED, IT CAN'T BE DENIED. IT'S STRONGER THAN ANY CORD MAN COULD CREATE. IT WITHSTANDS ALL TESTS, IT CAN HOLD ANY WEIGHT. AND THOUGH YOU ARE GONE AND NOT HERE WITH ME, THE CORD IS STILL THERE, BUT NO ONE CAN SEE. IT PULLS AT MY HEART, I AM BRUISED, I AM SORE. BUT THIS CORD IS MY LIFELINE, LIKE NEVER BEFORE. I FEEL YOU ARE WITH ME EACH STEP THAT I TAKE, BOUND BY THE CORD THAT NO ONE CAN BREAK. I AM THANKFUL DEAR GOD YOU CONNECTED US THIS WAY, A MOTHER AND CHILD..........DEATH CAN'T TAKE THAT AWAY. ~Author Unknown~ BACK TO THE PARLOR