I Miss You!!!!! I wish we had more time to hang out together befor I PCS.( Oh yeah your the only one who was not 21!!! LOL) Love You Alwayz!!!!!!! Always remembered never forgotten.
I AM PRAYING ALONG SIDE OF YOU, YOU WILL SEE HIM / LYNN STURGILL (rob ward )Read >>
I AM PRAYING ALONG SIDE OF YOU, YOU WILL SEE HIM / LYNN STURGILL (rob ward )
I JUST LOST MY SON AT 17 RIGHT AFTER HE HAD JOINED ARMY AND WAS READY FOR HIS HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION. HE WAS SHOT TWICE LEFT TO DIE WITH NO ONE BUT STRANGERSIT WAS SO HARD AND STILL IS FOR ME .I JUST CANT GET OVER THIS SO I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL...MY PRAYERS AND LOVE ARE WITH YOU ALWAYSLYNN STURGILL
This is in loving memory of my daughter Christy who was taken from us at the age on 31 years in a car accident on March 2, 2007. She was 8 1/2 months pregnant with her first baby, Lizzie.
Not a day that goes by the we dont miss her and think of her so very often. She has been on my mind so much these past few days. Her birthday is coming up August 2,
I listen to Alan Jacksons Sissy song, and it is like christy is talking to me.. Telling us not to worry because she is ok.. But we still miss her just the same.
She was a part of our sunshine in our lives. Her smile would brighten up the darkest days,
We miss you so much baby,
Kissi LIzzie for us.
See you one day in heaven..
Tell Mamaw and Aunt Dot not to spoil Lizzie too much for me.
In Loving Memory of Robin Saffell / Kathie Miller (Mother)Read >>
In Loving Memory of Robin Saffell / Kathie Miller (Mother)
Robin,
It's hard to believe that you've been gone for 2 1/2 years. I miss you, I miss your family being a part of our family. I miss the way it used to be, the way it's supposed to be. I will love you untill the end of time. Your Momma
It has been 23 months since Christy was taken so suddenly from us. In that blink of an eye, her life was taken. and our lives were so changed. Not a day goes by that she isnt missed and thought about. She was 8 1/2 months pregnant with her first baby. So we didnt lose just Christy, we also lost a grandchild.
Christy was so full of life. She had so many friends. She had a smile for everyone. And she had a beautiful smile.
I still dont understand why God let this happen. I just try to think that he needed her in heaven. I should be thankful i had her for 31 years.
She is deeply missed by her mom, dad, brother, and sister.
Her grandmother is with her in heaven now.. Its not fair ....she is getting to hold Lizzie before me..
TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF ALYSSA M.OLIVEIRA / ALYSSA,M. OLIVEIRA (NIEGHBOR)Read >>
TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF ALYSSA M.OLIVEIRA / ALYSSA,M. OLIVEIRA (NIEGHBOR)
DEAR ALYSSA,
GOD BLESS YOUR LITTLE HEART AND SOUL.I DIDN'T GET TO KNOW YOU VERY WELL,BUT I SURE GOT TO SEE YOU WHEN YOUR FAMILY WOULD TAKE YOU FOR LONG WALKS THROUGH THE NIEGHBORHOOD.IT WAS VERY OBVIOUS TO SEE YOU WERE AND ARE VERY LOVED BY THEM.I WANT TO WISH YOU A HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALYSSA.I HOPE YOU ARE IN HEAVEN EATING ALL THE B-DAY CAKE YOUR LITTLE HEART DESIRES,MAKE SURE ROGER AND MY DAD ARE HAVING SOME WITH YOU.I KNOW YOU ARE AT PEACE AND RUNNING AND JUMPING AND RIDING YOUR BIKE.YOU ARE WELL AND HAPPY AND IN GOD AND JESUS'S CARE.YOU ARE SAFE AND SOUND AND A BEAUTIFUL ANGEL NOW.I'M SURE YOUR SPIRIT IS STILL AT HOME WITH YOUR FAMILY AND YOU CAN NOW WATCH OVER THEM AS THEY WATCHED OVER YOU.I REMEMBER THE DAY I SAID HELLO ALYSSA AND YOU THREW ME A KISS.IT WAS UNBELEIVABLY ADORABLE.I WOULD REALLY LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU WOULD SAY TO YOUR FAMILY IF YOU COULD SPEAK TO THEM NOW.YOU WERE BLESSED WITH THEM AND THEM WITH YOU.YOU WERE ALL SO LUCKY TO HAVE EACH OTHER,WHAT A WONDERFUL FAMILY YOU HAVE.REST IN PEACE LITTLE ANGEL.THERE IS A FULL MOON SO I'LL BE WAVING UP TO YOU AND ROGER,DON'T FORGET TO WATCH FOR ME.MAY GOD BLESS YOU AND KEEP YOU!LOVE DENISE,MAIA'S GA-GA
Forever Isabella...Bella...B-ellinha / Mom.Dad.Fernanda And Marcos Filho Isabellas Family (Rememebring Our Beautiful Isabella )Read >>
Forever Isabella...Bella...B-ellinha / Mom.Dad.Fernanda And Marcos Filho Isabellas Family (Rememebring Our Beautiful Isabella )
Isabella Abreu Carvalho
MAY 29 1983 - DECEMBER 13 2004
FOREVER 21...FOREVER BEAUTIFUL AND YOUNG!
Remembering Our Beautiful Sister
Isabella Abreu Carvalho.
May 29 1983-Decemebr 13 2004
Bella Querida
So Beautiful And Precious Always In Our Hearts Mind And Soul...We Love And Miss Our Beautiful Isabella So Much.She was Born On May 29 1983 A Beautiful And Sunny Day Of Sunday...God Called Her Name On December 13 2004.
Dec. 6, 2008 / Agnes Mom To Kristen O'Hara Read >>
Dec. 6, 2008 / Agnes Mom To Kristen O'Hara
You would be turning 21 on Saturday Kris. I Miss and Love you so much and cannot believe you are not here. My life will never be the same without you.
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REMEMBERING MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER / Libby Gore (mom)
In loving memory of my daughter who was taken so suddenly from us at the age of 31. She was almost 9 months pregnant with her first child. Lizzie. This has been so hard on all of us. Not a day goes by the I dont think of her and miss her so much. I would give anything to just get to hold her one more time and tell her how much I loved her and how so proud I was to be her mom. But I know she is in heaven watching over us and we will get to see her again one day.
Christy was a beautiful woman, who was so caring and friendly. She had a smile and laugh that would brighten up the darkest days.
Remebering my beautiful Sibel / Funda Royer (Sibel Royer )
My beautiful precious Daughter Sibel was killed as a result of a speeding driver crashing into our car in July 2004.
The painful minutes without her became hours then days and now over 4 years.
Yet each day she remains in my thoughts and heart. I will never stop loving her, missing her or grieving for my loss.
Slowly I have found my tears no longer fall so easily and it has taken me this long to find its because I fear that once I start I will never stop. Instead the deep anguish I feel in my heart is a million times more painful than running tears.
My faith in knowing that our seperation is only temporary helps me.
To all those bereaved parents & siblings my thoughts are with you all as we walk alongside this journey from hell. May you all have the light of your precious child guide you along...
Remembering and Honoring My Angel Babies / Mommy (Mother of 2 Angels )Read >>
Remembering and Honoring My Angel Babies / Mommy (Mother of 2 Angels )
Here are 2 poems I have written for my angel babies Aiden and Kiran.
YOU WERE EVERY BREATH I TOOK
You were every breath I took Before the moment you were conceived You were every breath I took All the days and nights while pregnant with you You were every breath I took Every strange craving from red wine to Philly cheesesteaks You were every breath I took The many, many trips to the bathroom You were every breath I took All of the strange places I felt you move from within You were every breath I took The numerous kisses and hugs you received from your big sister while still in my belly You were every breath I took The endless conversations with your daddy to decide a name for you You were every breath I took The three glorious days I spent with your breathless body You were every breath I took Till the day that I am breathless You were every breath I took
Inspired by our son and beloved brother ~ Aiden Grey Nazar ~ 1/9/05
On April 29, 2006 I wrote this poem, after finally beginning to grieve for my miscarried baby.
~ Kiran Day Nazar ~ 12/7/05
No Baby, Only Pain
No ultrasound pictures were ever taken, only pain No heartbeat was ever seen or heard, only pain No monthly doctor appointments were ever needed, only pain No planning or anticipating of the next several months, only pain No looking forward to the aches and pains of pregnancy, only pain No baby shower to plan, only pain No baby clothes to buy, only pain No hours of labor to dread, only pain No feelings of complete happiness and love after his or her delivery, only pain No reason was ever given why I had to lose you, only pain No baby, only pain.
Not a day goes by that I don't MISS both of my angels. I love you Aiden and Kiran. We will be reunited in Heaven...I can't wait!!!
My niece, Taara, was stillborn on 7/27/07. Although she was in our life for such a short time, she was deeply loved and will live in our hearts forever.
I know you are watching over all of us, sweet girl. Please keep your mommy and daddy close to your heart and send them your blessings because they still grieve for you. We all miss you.
My Angel Girl Emily / Michelle Copen (Mother)
My daughter Emily passed away from SIDS on 4/24/93 at 7 weeks of age. Although she was in my life for such a short time she has lived on in my heart for eternity. I love you my sweet girl and thank you for watching over your little siblings. Mommy Close
To All The Mom's Who Lost A Child / Agnes O'Hara (Mom to Kristen O'Hara )Read >>
To All The Mom's Who Lost A Child / Agnes O'Hara (Mom to Kristen O'Hara )
♥MY SHOES♥
I am wearing a pair of shoes. They are ugly shoes. Uncomfortable shoes. I hate my shoes. Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair. Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step. Yet, I continue to wear them. I get funny looks wearing these shoes. They are looks of sympathy. I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs. They never talk about my shoes. To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable. To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them. But, once you put them on, you can never take them off. I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes. There are many pairs in this world. Some women are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them. Some have learned how to walk in them so they don't hurt quite as much. Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt. No woman deserves to wear these shoes. Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman. These shoes have given me the strength to face anything. They have made me who I am. I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.
The Day Her Spirit Live / Cristine Thomas (Mommy)
The Day Her Spirit Lived. A description of my daughter’s last night on Earth
The night grew dark the snow muffled the world around me as I lay next to my beautiful 4 year old daughter. The smell of death permeated the air in the bedroom. Her breath was rough and forced, her skin was hot to the touch, her eyes where half closed, and her coloring was patchy with purple and pale pink. I knew this was her last night on this earth, so I stayed awake so not to miss the slightest movement or murmur. Her throat roared with mucus and saliva because she couldn’t swallow. I slowly suctioned her mouth and throat to make her more comfortable. There is a precision to suctioning and a comfort knowing it may not make her live but it could ease her dying. The continuous morphine dripping into her veins alleviated her pain. Lying beside her my thoughts drifted back upon the brief time I had with her, my mind recreated her image as a healthy child laughing and playing, running and singing, talking and crying. Watching with each passing day her subtle deterioration over the period of a year, first starting with uncontrolled seizures ending in inability to walk or talk, and with slight paralysis on her right side. Her brilliant smile endured even to the end, it may not have been symmetrical, but it was hers nonetheless. Her eyes where a deep brown reflecting any light that caught them. Once life swelled in her eyes, now death has focused its’ sights on her brow. She lay beside me a shell waiting to be released from the body that has become her prison. The blood running and pooling beneath her skin forced its temperature to her backside. Part of her was cool and lifeless. Her toes to her stomach have been dying and shut down for days, this accounted for the bowel and medicine smell around her. Her hands where still pliable but without feeling or movement. The hours passed, and slowly from the top of her head her skin began to turn color. Her palms were dark purple, her blood pooling beneath the skin where she rested them on the bed. Her right underarm and side began the transition of no circulation stopping the blood where it lay. Her head swelled at the site of her incision from her surgeries, it protruded past her ear on the left side. My thoughts and prayers where with her that she had no pain and no realization of what was happening to her body. I prayed to God for mercy and I believe he gave her mercy the last days of her life, especially this last night. As she rested comfortably and without movement, her forced breath echoed throughout the house (it sounded like a faint dog bark). I positioned myself on her left side taking in the smell of her breath. It wasn’t the sweet breath she used to have when she was healthy; it was a morbid smell that came from her lungs and mouth. It made me nauseous, but I held my position. I thought to myself that nothing on this earth could give me pause about taking in the aroma of my sweet child on the last night of her life. Throughout the night I slipped into a light sleep, awakening abruptly making sure I had not missed her passing I noticed her coloring had returned to normal. I was so confused. I stood up and asked aloud if she was supposed to live. Part of me wanted to shout out for a miraculous healing, the other part prayed to God for his will to be done. I began to second-guess the peace I was given by God during her path to death. I was so strong and certain she was going to die. I gave control over to God and knew no matter what that I would accept his will. But at this moment I questioned my God and myself. Selfishly I thought to myself, she has to die; I would resent her if she didn’t. This thought paralyzed me with fear that I had wished her death, I had been waiting for it, waiting for the release I hoped to feel when my life was my own again. Did I wish for her dying so long (it seemed), that I would resent her living if God blessed me with a miracle? How could I be so selfish! Why didn’t I call to God for a miracle, WHY?! My heart knew the answer, but my conscious mind, in order to accept this nightmare, this dream, this hell on earth of losing my child grasped to every self demoralizing figment I could conceive of protecting myself against the rage within me, rationalizing this moment in my life as my decision if my beautiful child lived or died. To hold for a moment control of the uncontrollable and to ease the grief that is yet to come. Just then the unbearable grief, the unmistakable knowledge that this is truly happening crashed through all the peace I held and made me crumble. MY BABY! Why take my baby? Why God? What did I do? My baby is dying! My cry was of moaning, my heart throbbed with pain like I have never felt, and I couldn’t take anymore! I looked at my mom asking her why isn’t she gone? When is she going to die? Why doesn’t God take her? At that moment, I remembered one of the nurses saying to me “This is her journey, she will complete it when she is ready; when you feel you can take no more, God will step in and bring her home!” During my breakdown which lasted about twenty minutes, I ended up in the living room away from her, I calmed myself and walked down the hall to our bedroom where she was laying flat on her back on the lower left side of the bed. I laid on her right side cupping her head in my hands. Within seconds she began to do the fish out of the water movement that happens to people when they die. Her chin forced it self up in the air and down again about ten to fifteen times. Her head went limp and fell to her right side. I was waiting for a final breath, but she didn’t have one. My father was standing at the foot of the bed and said “It’s over”, I looked to my sister on the other side of Brittany and said, ”I didn’t hear her last breath, I didn’t feel a release of her spirit!” My sister was crying and said that she felt it, she felt the angels take her home. I positioned myself over her body and placed my head on her torso and yelled the only thing I could, ”Thank God, my baby is out of pain, my baby is out pain!” Brittany died on November 28, 2001 at 9:45 a.m. (two years to the day my grandmother passed away) Her passing was very peaceful. I am comforted knowing that my Brittany has a full head of hair, can walk and run with the other children, can talk and smile the perfect smile, and as I write this, is playing in God’s Garden. Her precious body may have died, but for the first time I know her spirit is truly living. My faith is CEMENTED because I have no doubts that I will see my beautiful girl with Jesus. www.brittanysbooks.com Close
Loving you always Aidan / Lori Grems (Mommy)Read >>
Loving you always Aidan / Lori Grems (Mommy)
Aidan I miss you more then words can discribe. My arms ache for you and there is a piece of my heart that you took with you to heaven. I will love and cherish every moment that we had together for the rest of my life. I thank god for the 89 days we had together but will never understand why it could not have been longer. I love you always my beautiful son. Close
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