I don't want to sound like I am "so strong", but I do want others to know I AM STRONG in HIS strength. I want others to know that I am "ok", not because I FEEL "ok" or look "ok" at the moment, but because He holds me up in the midst of the pain rather than removing the pain. I still hurt. My eyes still well up with tears. But it is not bitter. It is sad. It is my time for mourning. I will mourn her death for a long time. I am sure it will come in waves. And I am not afraid.
~~~~~~~Her flowers were mostly yellow roses. Daddy used to sing the "Yellow Rose of Texas" to her. She was a Texas girl. And she always told me when I was little that her favorite color was yellow. It's nice now to have a flower that will always remind me of her.