Thursday, May 12, 0001
Amber, We have looked for you for years this was an awful way to find you. The Careys kept us from being with you or ever seeing our great grandchildren, but I live with the hope of seeing them one day, or maybe there aunts and uncles or cousins. I remember us running in the rain, you on the front pew of the church with Mary Kate & John whiloe I sang in the choir, I remember holding you thinking my heart would burst with love. I'll see you and your Mother in heaven my love. Ammaw
