|Kris and Joseph June 21, 1990|
|I love you mom. Brandyn and Kris|
|Kris giving her sister Tricia a bottle|
|Kris and her dad. The snowman she made for him to put in front of his office during the Christmas Season|
|She packed as much living as she could into her last 18 months. Zip lining on Camano Island.|
|River rafting with the family. Kris and Andrew in the front.|
|She bought this truck before she knew she was sick again. It was trashed. She had begun working on it but once she was sick she could no longer. Joseph worked very hard to finish it so she could get some enjoyment from it before she left us. She loved tooling around her little town in it.|
|Kris and Brandyn|
|She had lots of fun with her bald head.|
She lived her life to the very fullest. She loved her family with a love that can not be duplicated. Her love for Jesus is unparalleled. To say there is a hole in our hearts in an understatement. Tomorrow we will hold a celebration of her life. I found this poem a few weeks ago and saved it for just this time. It is called the Broken Chain by Ron Tranmer. He wrote it one day when his family suffered an unexpected loss. Because we knew this was coming, I changed just one word in it.
We all knew that day,
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death, we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you.
You did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
You left us beautiful memories,
Your love is still our guide.
And although we cannot see you,
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.
Kristina Colleen Rosebrook Eberle
May 9, 1970
January 9, 2013
I can hardly wait my darling daughter until we start to link back up again in heaven.