This is my sweet mom and my little bro., Elder Humphreys, he is serving his mission in Memphis, Tennessee right now. He is really enjoying it, he is bringing lots of sheep to the fold. My mom is serving her mission in heaven for now. I know that she is being a great missionary and bringing forth a great work in heaven. I miss you mom!!! She has been gone from this earthly experience for a year now. It seems to long and yet like yesterday that I was holding her close to me. I don't understand how people can be gone from us, people we love and cherish. It brings tears to my eyes that I haven't seen or talked to her for a whole year. (I'll put more pictures up soon of me and my mom, just trying to figure it out. How do you get pictures from the scanner to the computer ahhhh!)
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Oh mom why did you have to go? Casey and mom are kindred spirits one with eachother . A very special relationship. I keep reminding myself that I will see her again it just seems like to long to have to wait but you never know it could happen sooner than any of us know. We'll see. Great job jen putting on the picture its beautiful. Love ya
Tara
That is a really nice picture of the two of them. Your mom is beautiful.
I haven't visited your site in a long time... it was good to read and see new pictures. Like I can't get enough of you just about every day when I talk to and/or see you!! :) I love you, Jenny. Keep plugging away every day and you'll make it.
Man your mom is so beautiful. I love seeing pictures of her!! Love you Jenny!!
Hey there, I just wanted to let you know I've joined the blogging world and put yours on my blog so we can keep in touch. Hope you're doing well!
Oh, I guess I should tell you my blog, it's www.hartsinc.blogspot.com
Beautiful! Love the picture.
Jenny, I thought I just left you a message, however I was asked questions to respond. if you didn't get my last note, it's fine. I want you to hear this poem.
Mother-
Again your kindly,smiling face I see. Do I but dream? And do my eyes deceive? Again you whisper through the years to me, i dream once more i sit upon your knee, And hear sweet counsel that I should not grieve, My hand in yours at twilight as we talk low, and, I your sweet caress recieve. At times I see your face with sorrow wrung, until,somewhat confused, I scarce believe That I still dream. Your friends when you were young,Your own great hopes, your cheer and laughter free, In some weird way are strangely haunting me. O mother of my childhood's pleasant days! Still whispering courage and dispelling fears In daylight hours or quiet moonlight rays,Are you a dream come from my younger years?Or do you really walk along the ways, and know my triumps,or my inner tears, That quickly cease when you close by me seem? Let me sleep on,dear God, If I but dream.
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