| August 23, 1945 - September 26, 1994 |
| Jill Ann Kavanaugh |
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| **This week commemorates the 8 year anniversary of my mom's death. The usual memorial web page I have dedicated to her will return next week.** |
| Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things endures all things. Love NEVER ends. And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love. - 1 Corinthians 13. 4-8,13 |
| Who can say for certain Maybe your still here I feel you all around me Your memory's so clear Deep in the stillness I can hear you speak You're still an inspiration Can it be. That you are my forever love And you are watching over me From up above Fly me up to where you are Beyond the distant star I wish upon tonight To see you smile If only for awhile To know you're there A breath away's not far To where you are. Are you gently sleeping Here inside my dream And isn't FAITH believing That all power can't be seen As my heart holds you Just one beat away I cherish all you gave me EVERYDAY Cause you are my forever love Watching me from up above And I believe that angels breathe And that love will live on and never leave Fly me up to where you are Beyond the distant star I wish upon tonight to see you smile If only for awhile To know you're there A breath away's not far To where you are. I know you're there A breath away's not far To where you are. |
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| My mother kept a garden, A garden of the heart, She planted all the good things, That gave my life it's start. She turned me to the sunshine and encouraged me to dream. Fostering and nurturing the seeds of self-esteem, And when the winds and rain came, she protected me enough -- |
| But not too much because she knew I'd need to stand up strong and tough. Her constant good example always taught me right from wrong -- Markers for my pathway that will last a lifetime long. I am my mother's garden. I AM HER LEGACY -- And hope today she feels the love reflected back from me. |
| My Mother's Garden |
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| ~Unknown author |
| I love you and miss you always and forever. -Heather |
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