Come, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish,
Come at the shrine of God fervently kneel;
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish—
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
~Thomas Moore, c.1813, published in Sacred Songs, 1816
It's been thirteen years today.
Countless moments have passed. Our love of Ana has never ceased.
Heaven is healing. Heaven will ultimately heal completely.
And one day, we will meet our granddaughter.
Until then, we will love our family fiercely. We will seek every opportunity to live this all so precious life with them.
So if you're reading this, Wilson clan, know that you are loved more deeply than words could ever express. ALL of you - sons by birth, daughters by marriage - ALL of you.
Come at the shrine of God fervently kneel;
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish—
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
~Thomas Moore, c.1813, published in Sacred Songs, 1816
It's been thirteen years today.
Countless moments have passed. Our love of Ana has never ceased.
Heaven is healing. Heaven will ultimately heal completely.
And one day, we will meet our granddaughter.
Until then, we will love our family fiercely. We will seek every opportunity to live this all so precious life with them.
So if you're reading this, Wilson clan, know that you are loved more deeply than words could ever express. ALL of you - sons by birth, daughters by marriage - ALL of you.
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