"A time to morn, A time to weep, A time to Dance" - Ecclesiastes
On March 11, 2013, my world came to a screeching halt when my precious daughter, Shari, passed unexpectedly from this world to be with Our Heavenly Father. She was 47 years old. The light of my life.
My son-in-law is disabled and lives 8 hours away and his family is in another country so we are having to take care of him. He's a delight and I don't mind.
My life has changed forever. Art? It's not in me at this time...I'm enjoying making journals but that is about it.
My husband called me one day while I was gone taking care of my son-in-law....he said "How long has this rock been here?" I assured him I had no idea what he was talking about, so he advised me that he had just seen it at the base of a huge Oak Tree we are around frequently. Above is the rock....no one has come forward to claim the deed....
I know who did it though......Shari's Angel.
Peace. And by the way....Yes, they spelled Mourn "Morn"
