Remember me like a dry flower,
It may not have any fragrance,
But it will remind you of my existence
Forever in your life.
They say roses fade…
I think they just deepen.
Into a stronger beauty.
It was the delicate strength of the tiny blossoms
That brightened the room even when their season
Was gone.
Thank you,Christene for helping me create beauty out of dry brittle flowers! A bit like my heart.
It is a gift…..
this beauty from Kierra’s life left for us…
Even after she is gone.
Peace.
Published by Anita Hochstetler
I'm a country girl at heart who loves coffee shops and bookstores, simplicity and the great Big Wonderful World...particularly Northwestern Montana and it's familiar spots and untamed beauty. It is where I fell in love with my husband Stephen. We brought three children into this world in the following years.
Stephen is quiet and steady and crazy all in one handsome combo. He’s got an amazing brain and keeps my flights of fancy from blowing us away.
Kierra , our Wildflower child, was diagnosed with NCS before she was a year old. It is an extremely rare genetic disorder with no cure. She passed away in January of 2014 at 3 1/2 years old.
Kobe joined us 15 months after his sister and is our sensitive, math whiz child. He is kindhearted and loves the finer things of life. He talks about Kierra often and longs to play with her again.
Kyrell is our youngest. Our Hope child. He charges through life with a dynamic spirit and lots of smiles.
I share my heart here on these pages and pray they will bless souls far and near.
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