Ode to Stella

She was only 4’11 a little tiny bundle of Irish fun! Her heart was bigger than she was! She loved India and the people even more. She went out there many times, preaching & singing her heart out to her beloved “Abba” father, her daddy as she did every Sunday too…
Then something evil came & bit her on the nose. She fought like a tiger & was so strong throughout… said she was in a win win situation if she lived.. yes I can see my grandson born!
But if not, I get to be with my daddy!
She lost the battle, she went to be with her daddy. We miss her very much and look forward to seeing her again when we go to Daddy too!!

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