| Location | Dublin |
| Age | 4 months |
| Cause of Death | Cot Death/Sudden Infant Death Syndrome |
| Date of Birth | 30/03/1986 |
| Date of Death | 27/08/1986 |
| Visitors | 1,722 since 19/11/2008 |
| Creator |
although you were so very young and not with us for very long, you made such a big impression on us with ur very very cute smile. love and miss you always.xxx
THERE is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
Walter De La Mare
Walk Within You
If I be the first of us to die,
Let grief not blacken long your sky.
Be bold yet modest in your grieving.
There is a change but not a leaving.
For just as death is part of life,
The dead live on forever in the living.
And all the gathered riches of our journey,
The moments shared, the mysteries explored,
The steady layering of intimacy stored,
The things that made us laugh or weep or sing,
The joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring,
The wordless language of look and touch,
The knowing,
Each giving and each taking,
These are not flowers that fade,
Nor trees that fall and crumble,
Nor are they stone,
For even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand
And mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to sand.
What we were, we are.
What we had, we have.
A conjoined past imperishably present.
So when you walk the woods where once we walked together
And scan in vain the dappled bank beside you for my shadow,
Or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze across the land,
And spotting something, reach by habit for my hand,
And finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you,
Be still.
Clear your eyes.
Breathe.
Listen for my footfall in your heart.
I am not gone but merely walk within you.
Taken from The Smoke Jumper, by Nicholas Evans
An Angels Kiss
We never stop to mention
Anything we might just miss
But if the wind should blow softly
You'll feel an angels kiss
A kiss that's sent from heaven
A kiss from up above
A kiss that's very special
From someone that you love
For in your pain and sorrow
A kiss will help you through
This kiss is very private
And is only meant for you
So when your heart is heavy
And filled with tears and pain
and no one can console you
Remember once again
About the one you grieve for
and so sadly miss
That gentle breeze you took for granted
Was your angels kiss
xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx
Acceptance
It isn't letting go.
It's going on.
It isn't only shadows,
And it isn't only dawn.
It isn't getting through it,
It's letting it come through me.
Not living in the darkness,
Though the darkness We can see.
It's living with the sorrow
But finding memories sweet.
It's knowing that it takes both sides
To make it all complete.
It's soaking up the sunshine
Along with the rain.
It's learning to let laughter
live side by side with pain.
It's knowing that the years
Won't change a love that's real,
Or take away the joy you brought,
or the sorrow that We feel.
It's knowing tears and laughter
Can live on the same face,
And your impression on OUR hearts
Can never be erased.
Gwen Flowers
Precious Child by Karen Taylor Good
In my dreams, you are alive and well
Precious child, precious child
In my mind, I see you clear as a bell
Precious child, precious child
In my soul, there is a hole
That can never be filled
But in my heart, there is hope
'Cause you are with me still
In my heart, you live on
Always there never gone
Precious child, you left too soon
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart
In my plans, I was the first to leave
Precious child, precious child
But in this world, I was left here to grieve
Precious child, my precious child
In my soul, there is a hole
That can never be filled
But in my heart there is hope
And you are with me still
In my heart you live on
Always there, never gone
Precious child, you left too soon,
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart
God knows I want to hold you,
See you, touch you
And maybe there's a heaven
And someday I will again
Please know you are not forgotten until then
In my heart you live on
Always there never gone
Precious child, you left too soon
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart
♥.*.♥ PICTURE FRAME♥.*.♥
♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥
When you look into a picture,
of your loved one that's deceased
The one that shared your life with you.
The one who is now at peace.
♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥
You look upon that picture
with a sense of disbelief
A sense of incredulity -
for you - there is no release.
♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥
For you there is no answer
that can truly satisfy
the hot salty, water
that's now welling in your eyes.
♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥
You reach out and touch
the image, that you see.
They look so vibrant, so alive
Ah, but that's the trick, you see.
♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥
Because pictures are illusions,
of months and years gone by.
An optical illusion
that tricks a blinking eye.
♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥
If a picture can retain a body
Then why can't they stay alive?
Why can't they reach out
and touch you? to tell you they've
survived?
♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥
You want them back the way they were
when you touch their picture in a frame.
But remember that one day,
you will be where they are just the same
as your loved ones feel the pain;
of you within a picture frame...
♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥.*.♥
{c} 2006
Wayne Leon Learmond
IN A GARDEN FOR ANGELS
Life is a gift not ours to keep,
A seed unsown and yet we still reap.
Here for only a very short while,
The heavenly reality of an earthly denial.
Like a flickering light here and then gone,
The essence of what love is based upon.
Birth and death the beginning and end,
As one heart breaks another one mends.
What was never ours is no more,
Returning to whom it belonged before?
Tear filled eyes silence the heart,
As body and spirit slowly part.
Life is a journey from first breath to last,
Memories left behind in the eternal past.
The here and now releases becoming a remember when,
Replanting the seed so that a new harvest can begin.
With trembling hands love says good-bye,
But still the heart can't help but ask, "Why God Why?"
My Dearest Loved One ~
I received your Letter from Heaven,
It made the teardrops fall.
But knowing you’re with God above,
Sweet memories, I will recall.
I know that you are with me,
For I feel your presence near.
And if I listen closely,
Your voice I then can hear.
I know you’re watching o’er me,
As you promised you would do.
And when I feel so saddened,
It’s your letter that sees me through.
When I lay in bed at night,
The day’s chores put to flight,
I truly feel your presence,
Like a warm and glowing light.
The rocky roads you mentioned,
And the hills that I must climb;
I’ve done exactly what you said,
By taking one day at a time.
I’ve tried to help others,
Who are in sorrow and in pain.
And now I am contented,
My day was not in vain.
I’ll lend a hand, as you have said
When someone is feeling low.
I’ll pray for them and be here,
‘Till on their way they go.
And when it’s time for me to go,
To join you in heaven high.
My wings I shall spread wide,
To my home up in the sky.
Author
~ Ruth Ann Mahaffey ~
~ � Copyright 2004 ~
~~~~~TO A PRECIOUS ANGEL~~~~~
๑۩۞۩๑--๑۩۞۩๑
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..Gods golden door
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Will i always feel like this
That life is so unfair
Im so sad and so lonely
When i need you,youre not there
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Nothing can ever change this
For time is moving on
Now all i have are memories
Happy days now long gone
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All the love you gave me
I keep deep in my heart
For sure i know that one day
We will make a brand new start
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You know just how im feeling
So ill say nothing more
Just be there to guide me
Walking through Gods golden door
copyright� Vicky Deaville 28/4/2011
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What kind of place would heaven
be with all its streets of gold, If
all the souls, that dwell up there
like yours and mine, were old?
How strange would heaven’s
music sound when harps begin
to ring,
if children were not gathered
‘round to help the angels sing.
The children that God sends to
us are only just a loan,
He knows we need their sunshine
to make the house a home.
We need the inspiration of a baby’s
blessed smile.
He doesn’t say they’ve come to stay,
just lends them for a while.
Sometimes it takes them years to
do the work for which they come.
Sometimes in just a month or two
our Father calls them home.
I like to think some souls up there bare
not one sinful scar.
I love to think of heaven as a place
where children are.
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