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In Memory of Ginger She being born unique has had no goal for which to seek. Unable to join life's happy throng, to play outside or sing a song. Not prone to having things her way, bound only by what others say. Unable to dress, not able to speak, just lying there from week to week. It was said at birth she'd have no time, but she's been here for twentynine. Some probably question in disbelief, if she can even feel their grief. But she can feel,and thats the truth, as all you do for her is proof, that God will test you unaware, thats why he put her in your care. |
Additional Notes:
The little girl here. had an irreversable disease she died a week after I wrote
this. Her parents always felt guilty because they could do no more than see to
her needs not knowing how she felt as she couldn't speak. I wrote this to try
and comfort them, and let them know that God knew their hearts. They did the
best they could.
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