Today we went to a special event to remember the girls. We wrote messages to them on balloons and at the end of the walk, we let them go. We also tied little teddy bears to the end of the balloons for the girls. It was a nice day and it was nice to take some time to devote to my babies.
There was a cute poem someone read that I really liked. Here it is:
Ask my Mom how she is...
My Mom, she tells a lot of lies she never did before
From now until she dies, she'll tell a whole lot more.
Ask my Mom how she is and because she can't explain,
she will tell a little lie because she can't describe the pain.
Ask my Mom how she is; she'll say "I'm alright."
If that's the truth, then tell me, why does she cry each night?
Ask my Mom how she is; she seems to cope so well.
She didn't have a choice you see, or the strength to yell.
Ask my Mom how she is, "I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping."
For Heaven's sake Mom, tell the truth; just say your heart is broken.
She will love me all her life, I loved her all of mine.
But if you ask her how she is she'll lie and say she's fine.
I am here in Heaven, I cannot hug from here.
If she lies to you don't listen, hug and hold her near.
On the day we meet again, we'll smile and I'll be bold.
I'll say "You're lucky to get in here, Mom, with all the lies you've told!"
