hi

Thank you ladies for all you kind words, I have the funeral tomorrow and this is a really tough time for me, don't know how I will get through it.
I will treasure all your words.
I have chosen a poem for Milana, was going to use it at the funeral tomorrow, but can't even read it without crying, thought I would share it with you.

The Butterfly
They had her there, resting on the palm of their hands for a while.
She was all they ever wanted.
Sometimes her wings were closed.
Motionless.

At other times, in their dreams, she spread her wings open in the bright sunshine,
displaying her colourful patterns.
They truly loved her.
She knew that.

They told her she was special and beautiful, they saw the beauty.
They appreciated her true colours.
But they couldn't keep her.
They knew that.

She was born to fly.

She had been beautiful in their hands, but in flight she soared.
In the garden amongst the colourful, sweet-fragranced flowers.
Her habitat.
Free.

In letting her go, they made her happy.
But she would always have their warmth and love.
Always and forever.
For all of eternity.

Will eventually frame the poem and display with her photo.