For two years our beautiful Eden has been gone from our life, but not from our hearts. Many friends have informed us about remembering Eden. Marie B. sent a lovely card in the mail with very thoughtful comments. Jym G. tells me that something often reminds him of Eden. Sarahbeth T. is writing a song for her. Ronda A. told me that she says a prayer for us every time she drives by our home. Aunt Joy remembers. Ruth K. has sent me text messages today. One of Eden's school friends, Felicia K., wrote us a letter to say what a good friend Eden was, how sad it made her, and that Eden will always be her role model. Our Canadian friends, the Sanders family, have expressed their thoughts.
I still miss Eden daily. I miss not having any new pictures of her activities. I miss her insightful comments about everything. I miss not being able to hug or touch her. However, during the last few days of life, I was not really able to touch her very much because she was in so much pain. We often just sat very close and touched hands gently.
The Poet, Paul Irion, stated: "Life can be the same after a trinket has been lost, but never after the loss of a treasure."
Eden was a treasure. My life is not the same.
Hope Adams (Mama Hope), grandmother
