Death is a weird thing. One day you are here and the next minute you aren't. You stop existing in this world. Nobody can touch you or talk to you or see you ever again, at least not on this earth anyway. This world is never going to have another blanket knitted by you. The world is never going to get to steal another one of your smiles. This is it, and that is sad to me. Its sad because of all the things this world is going to miss out on because you aren't here anymore.

I know you don't have much more time, but I know you will be happier once you are in heaven.

I love you.