Condolences for
Brooke S. Miller

Brooke, thank you for watching over me that night. I will always remember.

Brooke,
I just came upon this beautiful spot to send messages to you in Heaven...I am a friend of your mom's and a neighbor of yours. I've watched you grow the 6 years we were both residents of Buckingham Forest. I remember your spectacular senior prom and countless formals, your energetic and beautiful friends, your carefree disposition and outlook on life...a life cut too short. I have a 17 year old daughter and I can't even imagine what your mom is going through. You have a very special relationship with your family that most people don’t have. I cherish every moment with my daughter, because I know she can be taken away from me at any time, just like you. I consider myself very blessed to have found your mom in this neighborhood. There is no one else I can call “friend” in the true sense of the word. Laurie Gardner, I, and your mom, get together, very rarely, to just talk. It is a very healing experience to listen to your mom and to feel the love she carries throughout her being for you. She loves you so deeply, and unconditionally… that’s what gets her through. I know you are looking down on her and guiding your mom and family through this time, as their beautiful Guardian Angel. Continue to strengthen your mom, brother, and family, and guide them to happy times as they make their way closer to you!

To all our Friends, and family ---I stop by here every once in a while, and still find someone sending us beautiful notes. I want to thank you all so very much. It truly is inspiring and helps us along.

Love
Beth Miller

felt the need to say something but can not find the words.. have typed a long note and deleted it many times. can not piece together my thoughts and emotions correctly it seems. the only words i have are; you are a beautiful amazing girl and are truely missed by everyone.

Brooke: You don't know me, but I met your mother today at the cemetery. Your grave is next to my dad. I first noticed your grave at Christmas time.. there was so much stuff left for you. I couldn't help but come over and look at everything and saw how young and beautiful you are. Every time I visit my dad, I come over and say hi. It is a weird thing, I feel like I am drawn over. I didn't want to bother your mom, but I just wanted to say hi to her and give her my sympathies. We spoke for a few minutes and she cried several times talking about you.. and I could tell just by the way she spoke of you that you were pretty amazing. I am glad I got to meet her.. I am sure she and others are responsible for the beautiful flowers that are left for you daily. Anyway, just wanted to stop by here and leave a note. xoxo