My Dearest Aisha
by Sylvia Turner
Aisha J Turner, third born of six children, my oldest daughter. Fun loving, joyful, friendly, loved to cook special meals for her family and friends. I don't know where to start, I just know I don't like these feelings. Sometime I don't know what I am feeing, or how to respond to them. I keep thinking why, now. But I know your body was wearing down and you were having emotional ups and downs. I feel really bad because We hadn't talked in a while. I have been feeling that I should have done more to try to help you. But I realize I had to let you live your own life. God give us free choice.
We miss you tremendously. Some time the pain is unbearable like today. Every one grieves differently. Your sibling are having some trying times through this. You were a very healthy baby. Beautiful to look upon. Smart and sassy. You loved life and you did live it to the best of your ability. So many times I wish I could take away your pain.
We all have our own burdens to bear in this life. You away said to me "Don't worry about me mom". I am sorry that our time was cut short. I thank God for the 33 an half years that we had together as a family.
You were a special lady, your friends miss you deeply. As we move on through lifes journey we'll keep you close to hearts. I look at your pictures and it is hard for me to take all in at times. We know that God knows what is best even at all times. So we go on asking and looking to our Creator for comfort and strength at this time.
Trey, J.J. Tajaun, Dajaun and Sylvia. We always love and cherish their dear and beloved mother. We look hopefully to the future and we draw closer to each other for encouragement. I am sure joy and laughter will return to us. As well remember the happy times we shared with you.
Sweetheart, sometimes I am numb. I have read that its a part of grieving. It can be scary place at times. Oh, how we miss you. It doesn't seem real. It's been now a little over three month. It seems like yesterday. Today is November 2nd 2010.
Tears flowing eases the pain and gives some relief.
I remember the ambitious and talented young lady you were. You had great style and you loved to give. You had a smile that lit up the room. I miss hearing you sing. I miss the time you would catch me off guard and the tickling would began. I miss seeing you loving and instructing your children. They miss you so.
All of us were over by your sister Melody's house for the week-end two weeks ago. Your oldest brother Jerry made a DVD of you. IT had pictures, some of your favorite songs and a poem he wrote for you. He calls you 'The Highland Park Princess'. You were a happy, sweet, loving and caring person. Life is "Aisha" the meaning of her name.