“One's past can't be erased, it can only be learned from, the child taught her.” — H. L. Balcomb Copy Share Image
“I feel more alive now than I did while on earth. I am coming to terms with the notion that death is… — H. L. Balcomb Copy Share Image
“The flowers' beauty drew her closer to them like a magnetic force. She felt compelled to walk a little faster.” — H. L. Balcomb Copy Share Image
“Forgiveness, she was only required to accept the seed of healing, and to let it grow on its own time.” — H. L. Balcomb Copy Share Image
“Failure taught him that he could have made the right choice. I could have tried.” — H. L. Balcomb Copy Share Image
“It thanked her for the life she breathed into hits being; without her influence, this little being would not have been in… — H. L. Balcomb Copy Share Image
“His Nana's prayers were moving toward his mother like little butterflies of thoughts wrapped in the most beautiful colors. Each prayer looked… — H. L. Balcomb Copy Share Image
“He was humbled by her infinite love toward him - it shone through even in his afterlife.” — H. L. Balcomb Copy Share Image
“One's past can't be erased, it can only be learned from, the child taught her.” — H. L. Balcomb Copy Share Image
“I feel more alive now than I did while on earth. I am coming to terms with the notion that death is truly another… — H. L. Balcomb Copy Share Image
“The flowers' beauty drew her closer to them like a magnetic force. She felt compelled to walk a little faster.” — H. L. Balcomb Copy Share Image
“Forgiveness, she was only required to accept the seed of healing, and to let it grow on its own time.” — H. L. Balcomb Copy Share Image
“Failure taught him that he could have made the right choice. I could have tried.” — H. L. Balcomb Copy Share Image
“Suddenly, he felt a tremendous stirring of hope inside his heart; it filled his whole body with its warmth. I may not be that… — H. L. Balcomb Copy Share Image
“It thanked her for the life she breathed into hits being; without her influence, this little being would not have been in the Garden… — H. L. Balcomb Copy Share Image
“His Nana's prayers were moving toward his mother like little butterflies of thoughts wrapped in the most beautiful colors. Each prayer looked like a… — H. L. Balcomb Copy Share Image
“He was humbled by her infinite love toward him - it shone through even in his afterlife.” — H. L. Balcomb Copy Share Image
