MICHELLE GRACE MARY ANDERSON

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She was born on this day in 1975. She was only 3 when I lost her. A bubbly girl with an infectious smile and a laugh that would fill a cranky old fart like myself today with joy and bring a smile to my face. Afraid of heights I was working putting up grain bins from sun up to sun down. Every night she would meet me at the door and know that I would have a surprise for her in my lunch box.
It was a time when you couldn't buy a job so you took whatever came along to keep a roof over your families head. She was a redhead just like daddy and her first word was da-da. She loved music and would dance with this two left footed man like we were at a ball.
Never have I loved someone so much and never will I. Every year now in recent memory I either take her day off or call in sick. Then I proceed to get drunk on the only day of the year that I allow myself that brief moment of stupidity. This year though will be different. No drinking and I quit smoking even.
I DEDICATE THIS TO MY ANGEL! OH GOD HOW I MISS YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

POETRY FOR MY ANGEL

Poems mere words trapped in rhyme
Feelings then frozen forever in time
From the heart what weighs the mind
My eyes for you will never find
I wasn't there when you were born
Over that I've always been torn
My Love for you still comes from the heart
Though time and distance keeps us apart
Precious always my memories of you
You've forgotten me rains the blue
I write this in hope someday you see
That feelings forgot lost came from me
Last seen so many years ago
Fear my love you will never know
Eternal my love won't ever forget
I failed with you my true regret
My darkest times you are still my ray
With that said Michelle
..........................HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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This hurts my heart! I see my daughter go through this horrible loss every day of my life, Michael. Even as a grandmother who lost her oldest grand child to death, I can't grasp with how horrible it must be to be a parent who looses a child to death. There are no words that I can say that can convey the depth of sadness I feel for you and for your loss. When my grand daughter died, I had no one to talk to, and I desperately needed someone to talk to. Death diminishes us all. My heart hurts for you. :sadangel: