My Mom and a very special woman! I love you so much and will miss you till we meet again! I'll always be your Baby Girl!
Interment at Great Lakes National Cemetery, Holly Michigan
For You Mom
Look up to the sky.
Now tell me what you see.
A cloud, the moon, possibly the sun.
Many answers there will be.
When I look up to the sky,
I'll tell you what I see.
I see my mother,
And she's looking back at me.
She tells me she didn't want to leave us,
But it was time for her to depart.
It was the hardest thing she had to do,
And it's breaking her heart.
She tells me we mustn't be sad
Because finally she's pain free.
She's found her place in heaven
Underneath a blossom tree.
She'll always be there to guide us
When we feel we've lost the way.
She'll always be there to comfort us
And wipe those tears away.
She'll always be there to share our joy
And laugh at the jokes we make.
In order to feel her presence,
Only a little imagination it'll take.
She may be in the form of a butterfly
Or simply a floating feather
Or hovering over like a busy bee
Or simply part of the weather.
You've all come here to say your farewell,
But for me it's not goodbye.
If I want to see her, all I have to do
Is look up to the sky.
Sweet dreams, Mom
Interment at Great Lakes National Cemetery, Holly Michigan
For You Mom
Look up to the sky.
Now tell me what you see.
A cloud, the moon, possibly the sun.
Many answers there will be.
When I look up to the sky,
I'll tell you what I see.
I see my mother,
And she's looking back at me.
She tells me she didn't want to leave us,
But it was time for her to depart.
It was the hardest thing she had to do,
And it's breaking her heart.
She tells me we mustn't be sad
Because finally she's pain free.
She's found her place in heaven
Underneath a blossom tree.
She'll always be there to guide us
When we feel we've lost the way.
She'll always be there to comfort us
And wipe those tears away.
She'll always be there to share our joy
And laugh at the jokes we make.
In order to feel her presence,
Only a little imagination it'll take.
She may be in the form of a butterfly
Or simply a floating feather
Or hovering over like a busy bee
Or simply part of the weather.
You've all come here to say your farewell,
But for me it's not goodbye.
If I want to see her, all I have to do
Is look up to the sky.
Sweet dreams, Mom
My Mom and a very special woman! I love you so much and will miss you till we meet again! I'll always be your Baby Girl!
Interment at Great Lakes National Cemetery, Holly Michigan
For You Mom
Look up to the sky.
Now tell me what you see.
A cloud, the moon, possibly the sun.
Many answers there will be.
When I look up to the sky,
I'll tell you what I see.
I see my mother,
And she's looking back at me.
She tells me she didn't want to leave us,
But it was time for her to depart.
It was the hardest thing she had to do,
And it's breaking her heart.
She tells me we mustn't be sad
Because finally she's pain free.
She's found her place in heaven
Underneath a blossom tree.
She'll always be there to guide us
When we feel we've lost the way.
She'll always be there to comfort us
And wipe those tears away.
She'll always be there to share our joy
And laugh at the jokes we make.
In order to feel her presence,
Only a little imagination it'll take.
She may be in the form of a butterfly
Or simply a floating feather
Or hovering over like a busy bee
Or simply part of the weather.
You've all come here to say your farewell,
But for me it's not goodbye.
If I want to see her, all I have to do
Is look up to the sky.
Sweet dreams, Mom
Interment at Great Lakes National Cemetery, Holly Michigan
For You Mom
Look up to the sky.
Now tell me what you see.
A cloud, the moon, possibly the sun.
Many answers there will be.
When I look up to the sky,
I'll tell you what I see.
I see my mother,
And she's looking back at me.
She tells me she didn't want to leave us,
But it was time for her to depart.
It was the hardest thing she had to do,
And it's breaking her heart.
She tells me we mustn't be sad
Because finally she's pain free.
She's found her place in heaven
Underneath a blossom tree.
She'll always be there to guide us
When we feel we've lost the way.
She'll always be there to comfort us
And wipe those tears away.
She'll always be there to share our joy
And laugh at the jokes we make.
In order to feel her presence,
Only a little imagination it'll take.
She may be in the form of a butterfly
Or simply a floating feather
Or hovering over like a busy bee
Or simply part of the weather.
You've all come here to say your farewell,
But for me it's not goodbye.
If I want to see her, all I have to do
Is look up to the sky.
Sweet dreams, Mom
Gravesite Details
Great Lakes National Cemetery
