by Debbie Kalina.........................................
The irony lies heavy on my heart that, when I have most need of you, it is you I mourn. The touch of your silky hair under my hand, the look of such love in your bewitching eyes, could stay what troubled me, and bring me back to the simple joy of you.
Your world was a constant source of wonder for you. But in your joyful abandon and innocence, you could not know the noble purpose served by and the lessons learned from your passage through our lives.
Rest you gentle, sweet Tasha. Your home is now and ever will be in our hearts.