today, your birthday, marks one year since you turned your head, opened your eyes with a look of awe and breathed your last breath when Jesus called you home.
we love you and miss you. your grandson made sure we had a birthday cake for PopPop.
you left footprints of faith and courage and honour to God. we will never be the same without you, yet we have to be willing to leave our own footprints.
thomas, look for me someday when i am called home.
your patricia ann