My dear sweet Ann,
With each new passing, my heart aches and yearns to go. I know I'm ready, I realize my kids will be fine. I'm growing more tired every day. I pray you and Diane will greet me when I get there.
My love to you,
Kimberly
With each new passing, my heart aches and yearns to go. I know I'm ready, I realize my kids will be fine. I'm growing more tired every day. I pray you and Diane will greet me when I get there.
My love to you,
Kimberly