Dear God,

We had planned to hold our Timothy close and tell him all about you. Instead would you please hold him close and tell him all about us.

Love, Mommy and Daddy

Our Prayer to Mary

Blessed Mary up above, give sweet Timothy all you love. Hold him tight against your breast, let him lie his head to rest. No more pain, nor endless suffering, only tenderness and cuddling. And please dear Mother hear my plea when I die, give him back to me. (Author Unknown)

Missing You

We thought of you with love today but that is nothing new. We thought about you yesterday and days before that too. We think of you in silence. We often speak you name. Now all we have is memories and you picture in a frame. Your memory is our keepsake with which we'll never part. God has you in his keeping. We have you in our heart. (Author Unknown)

The Shopping Trip

As I peruse the aisles of the local store, I see things more differently than I ever have before. "Daddy's Little Angel" the embroidered bibs do read. But, Daddy's angel is in Heaven and bibs he does not need. He does not need a bottle, clothes or a toy. Of buying those things for him we shall never know the joy. There are tiny jars of baby food, that he will never eat, and tiny shoes with buckles, that will never touch his feet. As the bikes and trikes taunt me from high up on the rack, tears will break free from my eyes if I dare look back. I run off to the restroom to blow my nose and cry. I wipe my eyes, swallow hard, and let out a sigh. I must go face the paper, college and wide rule, that my little angel will never use in school. I hurry past the greeting cards that the people choose with care, and I am reminded of the holidays we shall not share. In the checkout line I bow my head and heavy is my heart, for the family right in front of me has a newborn in their cart. Shopping in the local store used to be mundane. Now every aisle's full of items, which remind me of my pain. So, quick as I can, I give the cashier the money from my purse, and hurry away from those who don't know my pain, in this foreign happy universe. (by Linda Victory)

Broken Chain

In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same. But all we have are memories and a photo in a frame. It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone; for part of us went with you the day God called you home. You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide; and though we cannot see you, You are always at our side. Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same; but as God calls us one by one the chain will link again. (Author Unknown)

A Man In Grief

It must be very difficult to be a man in grief, since "men don't cry" and "men are strong", no tears can bring relief. It must be very difficult to stand up to the test and field calls and visitors so she can get some rest. They always ask if she's all right and what she's going through but seldom take his hand and ask, "My friend, but how are you?" He hears her crying in the night and thinks his heart will break. And dries her tears and comforts her but "stays strong" for her sake. It must be difficult to start each day anew and try to be so very brave~ He lost his baby too. (By Eileen Knight Hagemeister)

Special Birthday

Please help them to remember that today is a special birthday. Help them understand that the memories don't go away. Bless them with ears to hear and hearts that care. Enable them to listen while I share. Shelter them, that they may never know my pain. Help them to help me know that my child's life was not in vain. Help them to understand that I wish my child were here so we could celebrate, to understand that I still feel the nearness of my child, to see beyond my smile and the words, "I'm okay," Please let just one remember today is a special birthday! (Author Unknown)

Remembering

Go ahead and mention my child, the one that died, you know. Don't worry about hurting me further. The depth of my pain doesn't show. Don't worry about making me cry. I'm already crying on the inside. Help me to heal by releasing the tears that I try to hide. I'm hurt when you just keep silent, pretending he didn't exist. I'd rather you mention my child, knowing that he has been missed. You asked me how I was doing. I say "pretty good" or "fine". But healing something ongoing. I feel it will take a lifetime. (Author Unknown)