Will there be Birthday cake and presents in heaven? Will all the angels sing Irene happy birthday? On the day she was born it was sunny, clear and warm. The first time I held her I thought my heart would break from joy. This tiny bundle, so fragile was mine. Thank you God.
As the years pasted she grew into this amazing intelligent, beautiful woman, who could make me laugh when no one else could. Her blue eyes and long blond hair lit up a room as she entered. We became more than Mother and Daughter. We became best friends. Now the phone doesn’t ring, my heart is empty and there is pain. Where once laughter was, there are tears. Why God?
Happy Birthday my Angel. You should be 35 today. Instead you will always be gone. Oh for one more touch, one more hug, one more I love you. Why did it have to happen God?