Carey’s favorite time of year was most definitely summer – she delighted in all things summer – sun, sand, surf, energy, strength. My favorite time of the year is autumn – calmness, rest, harvest, gratitude. Carey was a Tuesday’s child – “Tuesday’s child was full of grace” and I am a Wednesday’s child – “Wednesday’s child is full of woe.” I know that the love I possess for Carey will never dim nor fade. I most definitely know that she rests in peace – she no longer struggles with the things of this earth, this existence. Her smile, her laughter, her excitement and enthusiasm toward life and all things living – will always be ever-present, blazoned on my heart and in my mind.
Carey Marcella McClintock
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Carey’s favorite time of year was most definitely summer – she delighted in all things summer – sun, sand, surf, energy, strength. My favorite time of the year is autumn – calmness, rest, harvest, gratitude. Carey was a Tuesday’s child – “Tuesday’s child was full of grace” and I am a Wednesday’s child – “Wednesday’s child is full of woe.” I know that the love I possess for Carey will never dim nor fade. I most definitely know that she rests in peace – she no longer struggles with the things of this earth, this existence. Her smile, her laughter, her excitement and enthusiasm toward life and all things living – will always be ever-present, blazoned on my heart and in my mind.