We hear a song from down the hall,
It's our Lindsey singing to her doll,
We hear a giggle at the kitchen table,
It's our Lindsey playing with her vegetables,
She hides under her covers in a world of make-believe,
She has an imagination most could not conceive;
We see eyes shine bright as she leaves on her way,
Only to return later with stories of her day....

A portion of Jody's poem for Lindsey...

We grieve our loss. If nothing else holds true in this world... Love must endure throughout time!! How could it not?


Pictures I've taken of Lindsey along the way. Click on each small image to enlarge or on "slideshow" to view all images.