Well, it’s been three years. Three years since I awoke to my daughter’s beautiful face and sweet voice. “Good morning. I love you,” are staple conversational words in our home. For 5,749 days I have spoken those words to Hannah. Well, maybe one less, because I didn’t say that on her birth day. I was blessed, beyond measure, to be Hannah’s mother. It is a role in her life that I will forever treasure. 💕💙 I’m trying, desperately, to hold onto the good memories. My focus needs to be her wonderful life and glorious entry into Heaven’s gates with God. 🕊️ I must confess, some days it’s hard not to focus on her lifeless body, lying in the ring sand and in the hospital bed. While I’m extraordinarily thankful that Jesus took her swiftly, without any suffering of pain, I feel cheated that I couldn’t say “I love you,”one last time. I, often, wonder if I’d change anything about Hannah’s life, if given the chance. I’ve concluded, no. She loved horses! 🐴 I could never take that away from her. Hannah lived a full, exciting life in her short fifteen years, eight months. The Bible reassures me that “absent from the body is to be present with the Lord.” I know Hannah is happy beyond what this broken earth has to offer. I feel sorry for those of us left here to complete our missions. I miss Hannah (and Dad) more than I can express, but God has work for me to complete. May we all pick up our crosses, daily, and follow Him. My mission continues….
I’m beyond blessed to have my son, David, by my side. I continually pray for his life to be more “normal” under such dark circumstances. He is a true man of God with a heart of gold. May he find God’s plan for his future. 🙏🫂
These are the very last pictures of Hannah from April 29 and 30, 2023, on the horse we were leasing.
