Hard weekend ahead...

We'll be heading to Macon in a few hours. I should be sleeping, but sometimes it just eludes me. This will be my first visit back since Mama's funeral. I'm dreading it. I need to see Daddy, but the thought of Mama not being there...

Saturday will also mark the day that would have given Ana her 7th birthday. What I would give to have her with me now. I'll take flowers to her tiny grave while in Macon. I live daily with the firm belief that I'll hold Ana again one day and this time she'll smile and say, "I love you Grandmother!" I know this because I know that I have a Savior Who told me He has prepared a place for me...and Ana is there.

This is the only picture I have of her.