Tara Kaye Sharp February 13, 1990 - April 30, 2008 |
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Letter From Mom
From the first time I held you in
my arms, I knew you were going to
change my life in so many ways. You were the most beautiful baby in the world, and I felt sorry for other mothers who couldn't say the same. I held you in my arms so many times. I wiped your tears so many times. I watched you grow and change and become one of the biggest brightest individuals that I've ever seen. You were afraid of nothing. Not when you were small, and certainly not as you grew. You could speak your mind so easily, and I marveled and envied you that gift. My mind grasps back over the years and I seize on all those moments that made you wholly you. I remember how you used to pretend to be a dog and I had to call you Sugar. How you wanted to be the donkey in Pinocchio and you went aroundwith knee socks attached to your head band for ears. I remember youusing yarn to spin spider webs in the living room. Our car picnics. Taking you to Disney World, dressing you up for Halloween, warming up towels for you for when you got out of the bathtub, reading you stories, watching you play T ball and soft ball, and dance. Oh God, Baby, you looked so beautiful when you danced. The time you hid the bullfrog in your closet. How you looked playing with Rexie in our backyard. I remember your first day of kindergarten, dropping you off and seeing you walk with no fear through those doors, heart shaped backpack on your back. It is my dearest wish that you are walking with no fear now. I remember our Easter egg hunts and curlers in your hair, and you waiting for Santa on Christmas. And just last year I remember our time together shopping for your prom dress and how you took my breath away in your pretty pink dress. You looked just like a princess. My beautiful princess. I believe you were happiest these past two years with Ryan and Colin. It is a blessing that I so cherish. I'll take care of them both for you. I know how much you loved them. Josh and Shea and I will miss you every moment of every single day. With every breath I take, with every beat of my heart, with every word I speak or movement I make, you are here with me. -Written by Teresa Taylor
Read by Marilyn Wathen at Tara's Funeral |