Remembering Jenna on her birthday-August 17th
Happy birthday dear sweet Jenna. This is such a large milestone for any young person. You would have been ten years old this year. My mind wanders as I try to imagine all things you would be doing and the kind of young lady you would be turning into. How I wish you were here with us; especially for Kelley who, at times, tells me that she misses you even though she never really knew you.
I look back and still see all the birthdays, holidays, and special days we've missed. I look forward and see all the moments never to be. College, a white dress, a grandbaby bouncing on my knee...Jenna, your spirit is with me always, guiding me along my path. I listen to hear your voice in the wind and feel your love in the sunshine. You are forever my child living in my heart, filling it with love. You are one of life's greatest gifts and I am thankful each and every day that you are a part of me.
On this "grief journey" I have witnessed the miracle of life and death and how the human spirit can be so broken yet so hopeful. It is through our sorrow that we learn to hope again. Hope for love; hope for future moments of happiness; hope for peace. In all that hope there is also reflection on the past and all that should be.
Think of Jenna often and also remember those who have gone before us, never forget the love and joy that they brought to our lives. Live in that love and joy and share it with those around you. Always. -Lorri (Jenna's mommy)
I look back and still see all the birthdays, holidays, and special days we've missed. I look forward and see all the moments never to be. College, a white dress, a grandbaby bouncing on my knee...Jenna, your spirit is with me always, guiding me along my path. I listen to hear your voice in the wind and feel your love in the sunshine. You are forever my child living in my heart, filling it with love. You are one of life's greatest gifts and I am thankful each and every day that you are a part of me.
On this "grief journey" I have witnessed the miracle of life and death and how the human spirit can be so broken yet so hopeful. It is through our sorrow that we learn to hope again. Hope for love; hope for future moments of happiness; hope for peace. In all that hope there is also reflection on the past and all that should be.
Think of Jenna often and also remember those who have gone before us, never forget the love and joy that they brought to our lives. Live in that love and joy and share it with those around you. Always. -Lorri (Jenna's mommy)