my angel.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Lacey. She came into our family when she was just a few days old. I was around 16 years old. Lacey was born without a brain. She had a brain stem, so she could function, but she had several handi-caps. Too many to name. Lacey was an angel. Sent to earth to gain a body, taken back to live with her Heavenly Father when she was just two years old. She is my youngest sister and I love and miss her dearly.
Each year on Memorial Day, I think of my little angel sister. I have had relatives pass away... but none have affected me nearly as much as this little girl. Her time was so short, yet she impacted so many with her sweet spirit. She was truly an angel baby and I am so grateful that I was able to be her big sister. I still feel her presence in my life today. Mostly when I am down on my knees praying, or when I need extra strength to get through a rough mommy day. I am so grateful for my knowledge that I will someday see her again, and she will be in a perfect little body. She will be able to see, and walk, and talk. It will be a marvelous day when we meet again! I love you, little Lacey bug.