MaMole

Here I am again… a funny story about one of the kiddos.  Oh how I wish I could call and hear your laughter on the other end.   The best I have is the memory of exactly what it sounds like.  I will hold onto it as long as I possibly can.  I pray I never forget the sound of your laugh.

Carlee, went to the school counselor yesterday to speak to her about your death.  She is a tough cookie, and apparently did not want to let us know she was having a moment of vulnerability and sadness.  The sweet school counselor talked to her and comforted her. She also gave her some paper to write to you.  Although I have yet to read it, because it is sealed in an envelope, I will soon tell you what it says.  She asked that we put it on your grave, but since you were cremated, I am going to put it in the urn box for you. 

She spelled your name “MaMole” instead of "MawMaw".

I can hear you laughing from here!

 

We all miss you, deeply!

Love,

Krissy