Time marches on. How can a full year possibly have passed? How have I managed to get through day after day with my sanity intact? While growing up, all I ever wanted was to be a mother. It took more than a decade of yearning, but that dream finally came true. After the births of my two boys, my life became complete with the arrival of that tiny female bundle of joy. It was a pleasure raising those three children. Watching them grow and interact was the highlight of my life. I was a lucky woman. Eventually, the boys grew up and went their own ways ... leaving me with one child still at home. Kimberly had grown into a delightfully unique young woman with a passion for body art, roller derby and teaching very young children. She was kind and generous ... and a devoted daughter. We had a wonderful relationship and spent a lot of time laughing together and savoring life. I can vividly remember the last evening we spent together ... watching a favorite program and enjoying a home cooked meal. I can still hear her laughter and feel the warmth of her love. She was one of a kind, that beautiful daughter of mine. Her passion for tattoos knew no bounds, and her enthusiasm for roller derby was practically palpable. She was a natural caregiver, a veritable magnet for the babies at her job. Kimberly was a gift ... a gift to me and to the countless lives she touched. Today, I shall wipe away my tears of heartbreak and celebrate my daughters life. Twenty wonderful years; not nearly enough and yet absolutely filled with countless memories worth savoring. Rest in peace Kimberly Anne Morgan ... beloved daughter, sister, granddaughter, niece, cousin, friend, teacher, student and derby girl. You were a joy to know and an inspiration to many more than you would ever have guessed. Im sorry you were in such pain that suicide felt like your only option. I wish I could have helped you. I really wish I didnt have to refer to you now using past tense. Love and miss you baby girl.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 15:20:48 +0000