It has taken me some time to be ready to write on your wall Bo. I miss you, but I want to say thank you. You came into my life 4 1/2 years ago and help me through a painful, healing time. I don't know if you ever knew by allowing me to help you, you helped me heal from losing my mom.
Thank you for your smile and your sweet manners. Thank you for learning to call me Paula and not Ms. Paula (I am smiling as I type). Thank you for always putting your family first and having the biggest heart. Thank you for your talent and thank you for sharing those talents. Thank you for always looking out for my children and husband. Thank you for teaching me that human touch matters and that small things matter the most. Thank you for lighting up a room...
Thank you for being you.
It is never good-bye, only see you soon.
"Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tussle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. "Life has to end," she said. "Love doesn't.""
(the five people you meet in heaven)
