Here is a beautiful poem that my sister Brandy found and read at Elizabeth's graveside.
For a brief and fleeting moment,
An angel touched the ground:
With tiny wings and halo
And sweet, soft angel sounds.
Blessing the lives of others
In beauty and in grace:
Those who saw the angel
Knew god had kissed her tiny face.
The angel came for reasons
We may not understand:
A journey brief, with gifts so great,
And guided by God’s hand.
Here is the song from Gary Allan that my sister Hilary read for Elizabeth's funeral:
"Life Ain't Always Beautiful"