Here's to my Dearest Daughter, Ms. Yvette - Year 13

My Dearest Yvette,

Another year has passed.  Yes.  Each month on the 8th I remember and speak with JOY of remembering you my only child - yet overwhelming grief and forlorn.

I seek the rest of our family for solace - God the Father, His Son Jesus and the Holy Spirit.

Sean, was the one who brought it to my attention this evening on behalf of the family-at-large.

Know that you are remembered with such compassion, special love.

Tonight Aunt Velda and Sean remembered your last conversation with them and the three of you laughing.  We never know the hour or moment of . . .

I think of you and try to recall some word, sentence, event, dress, outfit, job and travel you left in my memory bank.  You represent the epitome of all that I wanted.  I think of the little boy I dreamed that you had.  He runs around running around with golden locks.

Tonight I was drawn to a Casper Pumpkin.

It is year 13. It is 11:16pm.  It is September 8, 2017. Good Night for now.  I love you Buddie!

Ma