My Loving Daughter Connie Is A Beacon Of Light - 800 Words

‘My loving daughter Connie was a beacon of light in our lives. She was a caring, compassionate and kind girl with so much love to give. She was taken from us too early, and had her whole life ahead of her. Connie’s sickness was terrible and god took her pain away and brought her to heaven. She was loved by everyone she met and always could brighten up someone’s day with her beautiful smile. Connie was so intelligent and knew so many things. Her life was cut too short, but we didn’t deserve someone like Connie, and she belongs in the kingdom of god. She may be gone, but she is still my little girl. Connie loved her brothers both so much as if they were her own children, and I know that they loved her unconditionally back. Kip, Francis and†¦show more content†¦Her skin was slightly translucent and the glow of life she once had was gone. a tear rolled down my cheek as a stepped down from the lectern. Kip looked at me with contempt, like I didn t care about my own daughter. I made her have that abortion because I did care about her. he was too young to understand those things; he was just grieving. Francis seemed to be genuinely sad about his sister, but they never did have that same relationship as her and Kip did. Francis was away at school most of the time so it was understandable. I saw through the glass window that there was a young man running up to the doorway, he was wearing army greens. I did not want Jack Husting, the cause of my daughter’s death, to be attending her funeral. His childish blonde hair was waving around frantically as he poked his head through each window trying to see inside. he yelled out to me. Mrs Westaway, please let me see her, please I beg you! . there was no way that boy was getting in. I lowered my gaze to the floor, and walked patiently back to where I was previously seated. Mrs Westaway, Kip!! Kip looked up at Jack with a look of sadness, and then looked over at me. He may not be allowed in, Kip. I said quietly. Jacks voice was cracking as he kept begging to be let in. he knocked his fists on the door and the walls. Kip looked at me once again and then picked himself up off of his seat. his eyes were bloodshot.