he lived, he loved
July 17
by Donna Howell
my son was my pride and joy. I remember the good, the bad, and the cute things he did. Larry was a spoiled little boy. His dad left when he was 4 and he took over being my protector and my team mate. when I was sick he would lay hands on me and pray at 4 years old and then 10 minutes later ask me did Jesus heal you yet momma. If I was discouraged he'd put his little arms around me and say don't worry momma we will be ok. we are a team. Oh how I ache for that voice, that smile. those mischievous eyes and ways. His heart was to big for his own good and trusted to many. I love you sunshine oh so much.