In the rising of the sun and in its going down,
I remember you.

When I am weary and in need of strength,
I remember you.

When I am lost and sick at heart,
I remember you.

When I have joys I yearn to share,
I remember you.

So long as I live, you too shall live,
I remember you.

In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
I remember you.

In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring,
I remember you.

In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer,
I remember you.

In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
I remember you.

In the beginning of the year and when it ends,
I remember you.



Kristine, I donít know how I am going to endure this pain of losing you.

Your Heartbroken Mom