Favorite.

You had an amazing way of making everyone know that they were your absolute favorite person above all other persons. It was one of your most wonderful attributes. Funny, looking back on it, it seems that we would all fight to have been crowned with such an honor. Jealousy ran rampant just to obtain and hold on to that prestigious title. Between your son, Granddaughters, brother and sister, and nieces and nephews, and even so far as Great grandchildren, we all valued that knowledge; that we were your most cherished.

I think you liked the attention. Believe me, so did we! WE, the chosen few. WE know who we are. WE hold on to the knowledge of it like a precious stone. WE cherish the idea that WE were the one you loved the most. And you proved it. You showered us in your love. Like a perfect warm summer rain. You wrapped us up like a blanket during a cool and sweet fall breeze. I cherish those thoughts.

You never gave up on me, ever. Not for a minute. You were the only person who was solid for me. Because no matter how badly I screwed up, you had hope in me. You loved me through every single trial, trouble and tribulation I put my self through in this life. You never asked for anything in return. Except my love. And I gave it back, freely and in abundance. I knew all along. And even though WE let everyone else believe it, we both know the truth....

I am, was, always have been and always will be.... YOUR favorite and YOU are, always have been and always will be, mine.

Love,
Krissy