And then God sends me an Angel. Someone who reminds me that I am not alone. It never fails to come when I need it the most. And yesterday that Angel was my sister, who was at the beach and thought of my children.
She knows how much it means that she remembers them.
So a reminder to everyone everywhere.
Speak their names, it's not going to upset us. We want to hear their names, see them written. We never thought we wouldn't get the chance to speak their names forever. You will not remind us that they are gone. We never forget they are missing.
