Why did she have to die? The answer is simple, but it still doesn't make it any easier.

Our Casey passed away on May 27th. I've always thought of her as the 'rhythm to the song in my soul.' Last Tuesday I couldn't hear her music anymore...too quiet. A friend of mine told me something that day that will stick with me for the rest of my life. I told her about not being able to hear Casey's tune anymore inside me, and she said: "Her song is still there and the music isn't gone, your soul has just placed it on 'MUTE' till you heal."

It's so hard for me to say it out loud, because then it'll be true--

Casey would have been thirteen on her next birthday. She has accomplishments galore on her resume while attending Earth, and in hindsight there isn't one page I would tear out of her book of life and want a re-do.  As my husband's shadow, my Search Dog working hard to find Cadavers to being our baby...she really was perfect in every way.

I wish with all my heart I could have had just a little more time with her...

Cherri