A picture of a Survivor, me and Deborah

Waiting for our Reunion my Love, my child

A picture of a Survivor, me. It has been over 3 years of grieving the loss of Deborah, my precious 19 yr old daughter. Even today, we went to the graveside, and put carnations in her vase. They fixed the leaky bronz vase with a plug. I think the seagulls and crows recognize our car now, as we often take them food. Buldozers were everywhere digging up the ground for more marble grave markers. Our memories of her will never fade. Unlike those without hope, we know that the dead in Christ will rise first and we will be united.