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It will also be the same way for Lance. At least grant him THAT courtesy.We would watch movies together,
dance together,
go shopping together,
sleep together,
and some days until noon,
put puzzles together,
color together and
we even made a cake together.
In 2005,
we made a strawberry shortcake together with strawberry icing and sprinkles.
I helped her with the icing but she had a big time shaking the sprinkles all over the cake.
I can still see the look on her face smiling from ear to ear, clapping her hands when
I clapped with her and told her,
"Good job!" October 10, 2005,
the day before my entire life turned upside down,
Kelsey and I were sitting in the truck waiting on our new furniture at Mathis Brothers.
Kelsey was in the backseat in her carseat and she began counting 1, 2, 3,...
and when she got to ten she kept going, 11, 12, 13, 14,
and then stopped.
I had never heard her count that high before,
and when I turned around and looked at her in amazement,
she just smiled as big as ever with a look on her face as if thinking,
"You didn't know I could do that, did you?"
She could always make me smile and made me proud every day.
When my mom had Kelsey in her care all of May and part of June 2005,
she made a statement my mom says she will never forget.
My mom and Kelsey were taking the trash down through the pasture to the dump when Kelsey reached down to the radio knob, turned it on, and said,
"I haffa (have to) hear good music."
Laughing, my mom asked her,
"What do you know about good music?
Your momma has spoiled you rotten."
Kelsey just smiled at her,
knowing she had made a funny.
Although Kelsey was only two and a half years old,
I think back on her short life,
and we did a lot together.
From hanging out watching movies,
her favorite being Shrek,
to going through a cave in Branson, Missouri,
to going down the water slides
together at White Water and
eating crawfish and crablegs.
The memories make me smile
and laugh everyday,
but some days are a lot harder than others.
Even though the memories are great,
we were ripped of many years to come.
I think about the things we were able to do,
but not without thinking about the things we will never be able to do. I will never see
her tie her own shoe,
ride a bicycle with
or without training wheels,
go to her first day of kindergarten,
graduate from the eighth grade,
go on her first date.
I will never be able to teach her to drive a car,
teach her to put makeup on,
take her shopping for her prom dress
and her wedding dress...I will never see my baby grow up.
April 11, 2008,
my son turned two
and my daughter has now been gone
for two years and six months,
and to this day there is not a day that
goes by that I don't talk about her
or think about her.
It will be this way for the rest of my life.
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