Dear Ingrid.
Life is hard for you right now. You are sad, you have grief, you are tired, exhausted. As your mother I want to wrap you in my quilt of love and give you all the care I have hidden in the secret room of love in my heart
Your life is of infinite value. You are loved. Loved by God. Loved by me and dad, by your sister, by your two brothers, your three grandparents, your aunts and uncles, by alot of friends. A circle of people is surrounding you, wanting to walk the miles with you, help you to carry your burdens.
Your life is of infinite value. Your inner beauty is infinite. Your outer beaty is infinite. Life goes on. You will bring your experience of love and sorrows with you. They will make you grow and you will go on, stronger than before. And with experiences which you will pay forward to the people you touch.
Love, mum
