by Anne Harrell

Created on: December 12, 2008

This Is My Story This Is My Song

"This is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior, all the day long; this is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior, all the day long"

It was January 1, 1997 that begun a nightmare that will never end A day that my family, Pastor, church family, Cyndy's doctors will never forget the next few days until she was finally laid to rest had left loads of questions and memories that were deep enough that a military tank could be driven through That day was a blur with all the instant decisions that had to be made in preparations for January 4, 1997 the day Cyndy was laid to rest.

An era in time that I wish could be erased But, as I reflected back, the memories of Cyndy flashing back of when I was carrying her, giving birth and the 11 short years she walked this earth brought memories I really don't want to remove from my intellect. I will treasure those memoirs of Cyndy for the remainder of my life...memories of yesteryear that I will hold close to my heart

If I could have only gone back and had left Cyndy on the couch where Mark and I were down stairs watching and waiting for the new year be ushered in while Cyndy unknowingly in her bed with two of her siblings, was about to be going home to meet her Creator, Lord. Christ, the one who went to the cross for her could I have cheated God? Could I had intervened and had stopped the seizure? Would she have been still with us today? Could something have been done to stop her from going home?

Be ready with a box of tissues you will be reading a true story of how God used Cyndy to touch lives, while she was on this earth. Countless of instances are being told by different ones of how she personally moved people you wouldn't have thought she would move and still be moving them closer to God 12 years after she went to glory. You will see the specialness of this little girl that had various struggles that she took in stride, never complainedwhen she was dished lemons she made lemonade. Cyndy felt like she was no different then anybody else. She would look beyond her peers' faults. Her child-like faith was what helped her through her battles where she had been on the blink of death and beyond.

If I could receive a letter from Cyndy, I know partly what she would want to tell me. She would want me to know that she is not suffering now. She is seizure free. Life in Heaven is beautiful. Cyndy would want us to know she is praying for us even though she is not here, she is with us in

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