Little Annie caught a cold. Andrew had been very sick, Ian was sniffley. I took them all to the doctor, the doctor said to watch and bring Annie back if she still had a fever the next day. The next day we went straight to the ER, and two hours after our arrival, we stood on the helicopter pad next to our daughter when the Life Flight nurse said it was time to stop CPR. February 10, 2007. The worst day of my life in a nutshell.
A simple little memorial blog seems so inadequate when compared to the impact my sweet little bumble bee had on my life. She was a surprise blessing, and left just as unexpectedly as she came. Hallelujahs for the knowledge that God has a plan for Annie, and for the rest of us. We will have a joyous reunion one day.
Read Annie's Obituary.