I miss you, my Cassie. You were 10 years old and I had you for such a long time. You seemed like something was bothering you that day though. I would always tell you that I love you in the morning. You didn’t seem like you felt good that day. The times I would pick you up to tell you how much I loved you. I would say… I love you Tassle. You liked for me to say that and you always gave me a hug. I miss you Tassle and I love you more than you know.
From: Donna
Cedar Hill