On Her Birthday

This is a post my mom wrote as a comment, but I thought I'd save her the trouble of learning how to do a post and do it for her.

Happy Birthday, Georgia!!Today, Sunday November 16, was a beautiful day in Holladay; especially to Dad, Trace, and me as we visited Georgia's grave. Trace carried the scissors for trimming around her gravestone, Dad had the broom for sweeping it clean, and I brought three pale pink lilies for the graveside vase. Cannon had given them to me and his gift looked perfect for Georgia's birthday. We trimmed and swept then talked about our Georgia memories. Trace remembered jumping on the trampoline with her. I remembered her cheery, goofy, funny way of flitting around the house. Dad spoke of her singing. We agreed that she doesn't want us to grieve but is surely happy that she is remembered so well and so often. How could we forget such a treasure as Georgia? We can't. She is an angel who is often 'round about us."