A beautiful garden now stands alone,
missing the one who nurtured it,
But now she is gone.
Her flowers still bloom, and the sun it still shines,
But the rain is like tear drops, for the ones left behind,
The weeds lay waiting to take the gardens beauty away,
But the beautiful memories of its keeper are in our hearts to stay,
She loved every flower even some that were weeds,
So much love she would plant with each little seed,
But just like her flowers she was part of Gods plan,
So when it was her time he reached down with his hand,
He looked through the Garden searching for the best,
That's when he found Carmen, it was her time to rest,
It was hard for those who love her, to just let her go,
But God had a spot in his garden, that needed a gentle soul,
So when you start missing Carmen, remember if you just wait,
When God has a spot in his garden, she'll meet you at the gate.
Aloha Mrs.White, I don't know if you remember me as much as I do you. Tonight on 10/10/13 I sit here at my computer remember the blessing that you brought into this world. At this moment right know I glance down to my right wrist where a pink bracelet sporting the words "TLP" "Smile and Be Happy" and "I Love You Carmen". It reminds of a beautiful story how a beautiful young girl came for a visit. She taught people to laugh and smile and enjoy the small things. Then one day she had to leave. When she left the people who loved her grieved and mourned. Suddenly a rainbow slid across the sky, and the people remembered how the girl loved the colors. They began to smile, she was still there but in a different manner. She could still make them laugh and smile and enjoy the little things for she was all that. So Team White, think of the things that make you laugh and smile. Enjoy the little things. Carmen is still here. She lives in your heart and my heart and in the heart of everybody she ever touched. Thank you for her. Carmen is my inspiration. Some people want to be rich or famous or something great, but I? I want to be more like Carmen. God Bless, Halle M. Nottage
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