Samantha Runnion was a 5-year-old pixie who loved to draw and sing and decorate her bedroom with images of Peter Pan, Hercules and Pegasus. She also had a thing for the color pink, butterflies and her bicycle, which she learned to ride without training wheels by the time she was 4. She was a happy, always-smiling little girl, about to turn 6, who loved to read. Even when she was too young for kindergarten, she left her preschool playmates behind and sat with the big kids, learning her numbers and her ABCs. She was proud that she had recently lost several teeth and was growing up. She loved to play in the courtyard of her mother's Stanton townhouse with her playmate Sarah, where she was growing up with two step siblings. She was taught never to talk to strangers. She was carried away kicking and screaming by a burly, mustachioed stranger July 15, 2002, when he tricked her by asking her to help find a missing puppy. That maniac was later arrested, convicted and sentenced to die.
OH, LITTLE CHILD OF GOD,
HOW LITTLE DID WE KNOW,
THAT YOU WOULD HAVE TO LEAVE US,
THAT YOU WOULD HAVE TO GO.
ALTHO WE DID NOT KNOW YOU,
YOU TOUCH OUR HEARTS TODAY,
YOUR SMILING FACE AND DANCING EYES,
FOREVER IN OUR MINDS WILL STAY.
WE THINK OF YOU AS FAMILY,
GOD PLACED YOU IN OUR EVERY TREE,
THO OUR NAMES ARE NOT SPELLED THE SAME,
WE OPENED OUR HEARTS AND IN YOU CAME.
WE WILL REMEMBER YOU,
AND ON YOUR SPECIAL DAY,
OUR PRAYERS WILL FLY TO GOD
IN A VERY SPECIAL WAY.
(July 26, 2002)
(July 26, 2002)
COPYRIGHT:MARY RUNYON HANSHEW
IN REMEMBERENCE OF SAMANTHA RUNNION
I WROTE THIS AFTER WATCHING HER FUNERAL ON TV.
GOD MUST HAVE HAD A PLAN FOR HER