The apples on your tree are growing ... a symbol to us that life goes on...but it will never be the same. The hours that turn into days and the weeks spinning into months without you here bring no relief. The grief is still overwhelming to each of us who love you. Though 17 months have passed since you were snatched away; it feels as if it were just today. You are and will always be Grammie's Sunshine- I miss you dearly my little Angel.
