What is the value of notes from your children? Do you keep some or do you just toss them and pass them off a scribble? You know what I’m talking about? The little scrap pieces of paper or post it’s (that they weren’t supposed to get into) with a heart and an “I love you” on them. They are random and look like someone was riding a roller coaster as they were created. They might even have a little cut out design and rainbows on them. Or they might be on color paper with bright bubble writing. Do you have one with you and that child colored on there with a big heart above you both? There are a lot of reasons to keep and discard. I have voted to keep notes periodically and wow has that been a blessing! My Mother passed away when I was 25 years old. My youngest sibling was 9. I was thrown way off by her passing and realized that anything was possible. I might not even live to see my own children grow up. So through the years I compiles pictures and hand made artwork, holiday decorations and such for them and for me to pass on to their children and for me to keep until I just couldn’t any more. I thought that keeping the little “I love
you Mommy” notes  and crafts would just be a loving remembrance of days gone by as I great older. Boy was I wrong.

First Jonathan. In his mental illness state, I wasn’t going to be able to gather much more in keepsakes, although he was clearly artistic. I had gathered all kinds of keepsakes before he left for college including t-shirts from all of his growing up years. I felt very happy that I had so much to enjoy later. Since his death in Dec, I have been able to look at his pictures, years of art and notes,
and connect with my heart to my now healthy, active angel son.

Kathryn on the other hand was only 9 in May when she had her asthma attack. We had plans! First of all, she had planned her lemonade stand for the next day, Saturday May 7th (Derby Day-also important). The girls had spent all week planning for Mother’s Day which would fall on May 8th. But we would never get those days back. We never got to do all of the fun things planned for the summer including her brother’s wedding in June, visiting her new niece in July, summer ballet classes, and summer swim team (a daily event). I mourned over the loss of these moments with her in the weeks that followed her death.

As my husband and I, in a state of shock, returned home from the hospital after KathrynIMG_8157was officially declared dead, I started putting things awayIMG_8158 and found this note on my night stand. Then I found this note, and this note. Guided by angels unseen, our sweet, loving daughter prepared love notes that I keep close by at all times. These are the most valuable treasures I could have from

our angel Kathryn. They are tangible last love notes. I am lifted. I am loved. They are priceless.

Published by Sherrill Moody