Originally Posted by CFH
I just wanted to write a reply to thanks everyone, from the bottom of my heart, who responded. It really meant alot to me to come on here today and read this stuff, it really made me feel... nice I guess, I can't think of the proper word.
I know God will allow me to see her and speak to her again, in whatever form she now takes and that he will look after her. I'm sure when we meet again it will feel like only a moment has passed since we last met, however many years it takes.
I feel so guilty about all the things I never said, but I suppose that is natural. One day soon I'm going to get her portrait inked on to my left arm, just below my 1st tattoo - which she paid for.
I'd really like to write some personal stuff about her on here, she was a wonderful, beautiful supportive and loving person, and I wish I had had more time with her. But I don't think its too good of an idea to get specific, I don't want the information abused (not by any of you guys of course, but there are some real bad people who use info they find on the net to their advantage). She had a tough life sometimes, but she always perservered and saw things through and I never heard her complain or give up...
She loved animals, absolutely loved them, she took care of her blind old dog, and had two puppies that she had rescued from abusive environments (they all went with her in the fire). She also would walk my grandmothers dog, and my uncles dog, two hours a day... She was under 5'ft tall, and she would be walking these five rowdy animals around a lake... she loved it. :)
She used to take my little cousin, who's a 10yr old girl, down to the SPCA (animal shelter), and they'd spend hours looking at and playing with the dogs and cats there. She was always trying to find ways to build up my cousin because she had no friends and was treated very cruelly by people at her school.
When we were younger we were really poor, so we couldnt afford much, but she somehow was able to put me in a private school, where she thought I would get a better education. We couldn't afford dogs until I was a teenager, but we would always go and walk the dogs at the shelter.
The really sad thing is, a house fire was the way she was most scared of dying. She always wanted to go in her sleep. Ironically, she was sleeping on the couch and died of smoke inhalation, she never even knew what happened, so I thank God for allowing her to go the way she wanted to, in her sleep. There was not a burn or a mark on her body, thank God.
My step-dad, they married 15-16 yrs ago, was in the house when it happened and he tried to save her, but it was too late... He thought she was in the bedroom, but she was in the living room... but none of that really matters, all that matters is that he tried...
Thanks for letting me share a few of my memories... God bless you all and your families.
