Rhiannan... What can you say to epitomise the child that took to the sky like a bird in flight. She left standing in her wake a mother, Julie, that prays for strength everyday to be the mother her brother, Betto, needs to get him through his time of confusion and pain, and her father, Ricardo, who at this time especially needs our prayers and understanding.   Tiny girl, now you see into my heart with the eyes of one who walks with Jesus. I only want to see your precious face and smell your beautiful curly hair. Wait for those of us who love you so much and give great grammy a big squeeze for me and Betto. Did she look as beautiful as I imagined when she was walking through the gate of heaven? Love You? Miss You? Words are not enough... my precious angel girl..... October 10, 1997 to March 20, 1999   Rhiannan, in all the beauty and love that only a child can give set out on the journey of life surrounded by people who loved and protected her with everything they had. No one can truly understand the loss of her without seeing the way she smiled or her curly hair sticking up all over in the morning. She was a beautiful child with eyes that seemed to look far beyond her short time here on earth. So many people were devastated at the knowledge of her departure. Often times in a parents own shock and grief we forget about the friends and family in the background who maybe only met her once or twice, but fell in love. Thank you for your support of prayer. Betto, Rhiannan's brother, is 5, and still has a hard time with the finality of the loss of her. He talks about her everyday, and sometimes when he's sleeping in Mom's bed, and we're just laying there talking about things, he cries for her. A mother's heart... survives all the breakage...incredible. So, now we try to get through the day and then the night, always thinking of her. Always wanting her.   We love you, tiny girl, and now you see into our hearts, converse with our souls, and see the road for us ahead. We have you as an angel with us. While we still cry so much when we pick up your favorite baby, or when the bag of your clothes falls off the shelf in the closet, someday we will see you again. I have to believe that... We love you mamasita!!