"To My Sweet Beautiful Stacy" from Mom
What will I do without you? Remembering when you were little putting your long blonde hair in rollers and then when I took them out seeing all those pretty curls. As you got older, you grew out of this, and it was hard for me to give this up, but you were getting older. Oh, and how beautiful you were becoming. There was the time you wanted to highlight your hair and you called me that night crying and said, "Don't be mad at me, it turned out white". And when dad came to pick you up he said "He could see you a block away, standing under that street light, and your head was just glowing white". But after a while you laughed and smiled, and made it look like only you could. I can't imagine what it will be like Monday morning when you don't come up the stairs with your hair all fixed and that beautiful smile.
Then there were your report cards. Besides all the good grades, there were all those comments like "studies hard", "enthusiastic", and of course it was no surprise to see "unnecessary talking". But, there was the comment, "Enjoy having in class", which showed us you were as much of a joy in school as you were at home. I remember you playing with Danielle and Michael in the living room. Your fights with Michelle and her coming up the stairs saying "Mom she took another shirt" and you said "I did not", and then Michelle would find it in your room. You just smiled and Michelle would forget about the whole thing. After taking the shirt, we grounded you. A day later you would ask to go to a friends house and I said "Yes". But then Michelle would say "But Mom, you grounded her" and I would say "That's right", but I still let you go because you could talk your way out of most anything. i think you are the only girl that was grounded all last summer and still went out one to two nights a week.
You loved to go camping. I remember the time we were on the way to Brenard and we went by the Monticello Power Plant and I told you it was a cloud making machine, and you were so fascinated. Then a few years later we were going back up there and you said to Danielle "Look, there is the cloud making machine", and I turned to dad and said, "that's right, we never told her it was a power plant". Oh, and how you irritated Timmy when you would say something just to make him upset, then you would turn around and start laughing because you really were kidding. We could never tell when you were kidding or serious.
My heart aches for you Stacy. I know I need to let you go. For I have the memories and pictures - and promise to keep your spirit alive at home and in our hearts forever.