Sitting outside, enjoying the quiet of the evening, listening to the birds give their daily concert, I glance over at the Angel Garden.
Each rock had the name of a lost loved one written on it. The weather kind of faded the names, but not in my heart. I remember each one and smile, as I think how safe they are in heaven. I always say a prayer for them and their families. Mother’s Day is almost over, and I reflect on all the moms who have lost a child.