In loving Memory of “mom”
Rachel Elizabeth Jessup:
I know you - By Andrea Cook

I know you, I know your face. From another time in a far off place. These years have been a blur you see, I've been losing little bits of me.

It started slow, just misplaced rings, and I don't remember certain things. Like how did I get this scratch on my knee, and where did I park the car you see.

How do you lose yourself this way? Another piece almost everyday. Till at last you just don't care any more, and another stranger walks through your door.

I know you, I must you see. Cause your eyes are saying that you know me. What did we do ? Have I known you for long?
Were we best friends. Was our friendship strong?

Did we have great times? Did we laugh out loud? Did I stand by you? Did I make you proud?

Did we fight sometimes? Did we soon forgive? Did we take for granted this life we live?

I know you, I know I should. But my memory is not so good. The light is soft, my mind's a haze. I can't remember my own days.

One more bad day, then I'm set free, my mind is clear, I'm back to me! The light is bright, His face shines through. “Well done good and faithful servant .. I know you”.