I thought of you with love today. But
that is nothing new. I thought about you
yesterday and days before that too. I think of you in silence. I often speak your name. All I have are memories and your picture in a frame. Your memory is my keepsake, with which
I'll never part. God has you in his keeping, I have you in my heart.
Isaiah 41:10
There is a photograph of Guadalupe on the marker.