A faveorite memory I have of you is saying goodnight at the Flames House. You were wearing your soft pink pjs with blue oscar the grouches all over them. You just had a bath and smelled so sweet. You were shy with me, remember? You hid your face under your arm. But you weren't shy with Rachel - you had lots of smiles for her. I know that you loved being with her. I remember too how you loved to play...we loved to watch you play. Those pink and purple balls at the Flames House will always remind us of you Abby. We miss you.
"See" by Steven Curtis Chapman
Right now all I can taste are bitter tears
And right now all I can see are clouds of sorrow
But from the other side of all this pain
Is that you I hear, laughing loud and calling out to me?
Saying "See, it's everything you said that it would be,
And even better than you would believe.
And I'm counting down the days until you're here with me,
And finally, you'll see."