Family is like branches on a tree;

we all grow in different directions, yet our roots remain as one

In death: The beautiful irony is that our loss is another’s reunion.

We might not have it all together, but together we have it all.

The greatest gift of all is family.

So Trees without roots fall over.

Thank you for being with me. Let us rebuild a healthy state of mind.

Angel love and rainbows.

Love, Francesca.