Ladybug1368

I hadn't read the poem in awhile because I knew that it would make me cry again and I do that enough already. I copied it down (it's printed on the glass of the shadow box with her jersey and pictures). Here it is: We wish Heaven had a phone so that we could hear your voice again. We thought of you today, but that was nothing new. We thought about you yesterday and days before that too. We think of you in silence and often speak your name. All we have are memories and a picture in a frame. Your memory is a keepsake from which we'll never part...God has you in his arms, we have you in our heart...It's All Good.

I have been crying all morning today. I read a stupid article on yahoo when I logged onto my computer this morning. It was about Patrick Swayze's wife sending him a text message before she boarded a plane and then they mentioned rituals that other people do to remember their lost loved ones. There was a link to this website in that article so I clicked it. I was scrolling through some of the grieving individuals' posts and I clicked on yours because of the dates next to your daughter's name, she was about 23/24 years old. My Kadye was 21 when she was taken from us by a car accident four months ago. As I was reading your post, you said your daughter said, "It's all good, mom." and I completely lost it. My Kadye used to say the same thing. She was going to UT in Austin, she played on the women's club rugby team while there. We had two services for Kadye, one in Louisiana for our family and another in Texas where we have been living for awhile and all Kadye's friends are there. The entire women's rugby team from Austin came to both services. They dressed up for the one in Louisiana where we also buried Kadye but for the memorial service in Texas they had made t-shirt with "It's All Good" on the front and Scrappy (which was Kadye's rugby nickname) and the number 6 on the back. They even made on for me along with a shadow box with Kadye's jersy, which they retired, and pictures of her playing rugby and a beautiful poem that makes me cry when I read it. I'm sorry for rambling but I would really like to talk with someone who knows what I am going through because I don't even know what I'm supposed to be doing or feeling or anything. I miss her so much.