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- Courtney
- My perfect little girl was still born on August 29, 2007. She grew her wings before she got to take her first breath. My world crumbled that day. I miss my angel everyday.
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Missing our daughter that said goodbye before we could say hello.
"How very softly you tiptoed into our world. Almost silently; only a moment you stayed. But what an imprint yourfootprints have left on our hearts." --Dorothy Ferguson
Mackenzie
Mackenzie
Our daughter was still born at 39 weeks. We got to say hello then good bye. My heart will never be whole again.
"Ask My Mom How She Is" (unknown) My Mom, she tells a lot of lies, She never did before But from now until she dies, She'll tell a whole lot more. Ask my Mom how she is And because she can't explain, She will tell a little lie because she can't describe the pain. Ask my Mom how she is, She'll say"I'm alright." If that's the truth, then tell me, why does she cry each night ? Ask my Mom how she is She seems to cope so well, She didn't have a choice you see, Nor the strength to yell. Ask my Mom how she is, "I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping." For God's sake Mom, just tell the truth, Just say your heart is broken She'll love me all her life I loved her all of mine. But if you ask her how she is, She'll lie and say she's fine. I am here in Heaven I cannot hug from here. If she lies to you don't listen Hug her and hold her near. On the day we meet again, We'll smile and I'll be bold. I'll say, "You're lucky to get in here, Mom, With all the lies you told!"
My dad is a survivor too which is no surprise to me. He's always been like a lighthouse that helps you cross a stormy sea. But, I walk with my dad each day to lift him when he's down. I wipe the tears he hides from others; He cries when no one's around. I watch him sit up late at night with my picture in his hand. He cries as he tries to grieve alone, and wishes he could understand. My dad is like a tower of strength. He's the greatest of them all! But, there are times when he needs to cry... Please be there when he falls. Hold his hand or pat his shoulder... And tell him it's okay. Be his strength when he's sad, Help him mourn in his own way. Now, as I watch over my precious dad from the Heavens up above... I'm so proud that he's a survivor... And, I can still feel his love.
My dad is a survivor too which is no surprise to me. He's always been like a lighthouse that helps you cross a stormy sea. But, I walk with my dad each day to lift him when he's down. I wipe the tears he hides from others; He cries when no one's around. I watch him sit up late at night with my picture in his hand. He cries as he tries to grieve alone, and wishes he could understand. My dad is like a tower of strength. He's the greatest of them all! But, there are times when he needs to cry... Please be there when he falls. Hold his hand or pat his shoulder... And tell him it's okay. Be his strength when he's sad, Help him mourn in his own way. Now, as I watch over my precious dad from the Heavens up above... I'm so proud that he's a survivor... And, I can still feel his love.
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