Dear Carry Cross,
My dad who passed away several years ago from Alzheimer’s gave me a wooden cross prior to his death. I carried it as a reminder of Daddy, our time together and Christ’s blessings. My 24-year-old son moved out two years later in an angry state of mind. I ran to my car and gave him my cross. I missed that cross for so many reasons but knew it was where it was supposed to be. A friend who didn’t know my wooden cross story sent me another Carry Cross. I cried tears of joy when I received it. I will carry it until I feel led to give it away. But this time I will know exactly where to go to find its replacement. Thank you for the wonderful crosses you make and send out to the world! Every single recipient has a story to tell, some of them just don’t know it at the time.
With a grateful heart, I am very truly yours,