In Loving Memory Of ANN WHITCOMB May 25, 1956 – April 12, 1994 My Dear Sweet Ann, my how the years have flown, feels like yesterday you left home. It’s always this time of year, I seem to want and need you near. I lay in bed and wonder why, you, my angel, had to fly. They say that time helps to heal, I wish I knew how that could feel. Kim is gone, which doesn’t help, and life without you at times, feels like there’s no hope. You were my life, my heart, my soul. My loss of you has never been whole. I’m sure you’re happy as I see your signs less and less, which doesn’t help my emptiness. April to May is always hard, as my mind is consumed as to how you are. Well, Happy Birthday, My Dear Friend. This is the one day you wanted never to end. My mother always told me, and for you I hope it’s so, that everyday is your birthday, when God calls you above. From my heart to yours, Nancy
ANN WHITCOMB
