YOUR SWEET FACE IS ETCHED IN MY HEART AND MIND~MAY GOD COMFORT AND GIVE YOUR LOVED ONES STRENGTH~HIS LOVE AND MERCY IS SO VERY POWERFUL~~

CATHY GIRAUD ( MOM TO DAVID)

Loss of a Child (author unknown)

The moment that I knew you had died,
My heart split in two,
The one side filled with memories,
The other died with you.

I often lay awake at night,
When the world is fast asleep,
And take a walk down memory lane,
With tears upon my cheek.

Remembering you is easy,
I do it every day,
But missing you is a heartache,
That never goes away.

I hold you tightly within my heart,
And there you will remain,
Life has gone on without you,
But it never will be the same.

For those who still have their children,
Treat them with tender care,
You will never know the
emptiness,
As when you turn and they are not there.

Don't tell me that you understand,
don't tell me that you know.
Don't tell me that I will survive,
How I will surely grow.

Don't tell me this is just a test,
That I am truly blessed.
That I am chosen for the task,
Apart from all the rest.

Don't come at me with answers
That can only come from me,
Don't tell me how my grief will pass,
That I will soon be free.

Don't stand in pious judgment
Of the bonds I must untie,
Don't tell me how to grieve,
Don't tell me when to cry.

Accept me in my ups and downs,
I need someone to share,
Just hold my hand and let me cry,
And say, "My friend, I care."

Little Angels

When God calls little children to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometimes question the wisdom of his love.
For no heartache compares with the death of a small child,
Who does so much to make our world, seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold,
So he picks a rosebud, before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them, and so He takes but a few,
To make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult still somehow we must try,
The saddest word mankind knows will always be "good-bye"
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind,
Must realize God loves children, Angels are hard to find

Unknown Author

I said, "God I hurt"

And God said,"I know"

I said, "I cry alot"

And God said, "Thats why I gave you tears"

I said,"Life is so hard"

And God said, "Thats why I gave you loved ones"

I said,"But my loved one died"

And God said,"So did mine"

I said," It's such a great unbearable loss"

And God said, "I saw mine nailed to a cross"

I said,"But your Son lives"

And God said,"So does yours"

I said, "Where are they now?"

And God said,"My Son is by My side and your angel is in My arms...."

What a beautiful picture...God holding Micah in His arms!!

Hi Sweetheart

Got to visit with Momma, Josh & Baby De yesterday, they played golf on Papa's Wii. Boy does Mom have a swing!! Gave them your bracelets to hand out, De wears his almost to his elbow but keeps it on. They certainly won't replace you but are just a reminder that you are near. I bet you are having alot of fun playing with your new friends, play to your hearts content, don't worry about anyone here, we will all be ok and will be together someday. Hey...How about giving Momma, Papa and Nana a tug on the ear or a brush of your new wings as you pass by to give them some comfort and peace, just to know you are close by?? That would be fun huh?!!!They miss you terribly.

Love you so

Grandma

Micah, we received your bracelets in the mail today! We are so excited, so many will now have your name on their wrists, kinda neat huh? Sure wish you were here we miss you so much, but don't worry about things here, everyone will be ok and we will see you someday soon. Please just be your sweet loveable self, play with your new friends and sing your Mickey songs, Momma and De' are close by now so we will get to be with them more and maybe we can all celebrate your birthday with a picnic this year like your Nana suggested. Wouldn't that be grand?? Love Pa Pa and Grandma

Make yourself familiar with the angels, and behold them frequently in spirit; for without being seen, they are present with you.

St. Francis De Sales

~My Mother Is A Survior~  

My mother is a survivor, or so I've heard it said.But I can hear her crying at night while others are in bed.I watch her lay awake at night and go to hold her hand,She doesn't know I'm with her to help her understand.

But like the sand on the beach that never washed away...I watch over my surviving mom, who thinks about me everyday.She wears a smile for others...a smile of disguise!

But through Heaven's door I see the tears flowing from her eyes.My mom tries to cope with death to keep my memory alive,But anyone who knows her, knows it is her way to survive.

As I watch over my surviving mom through Heaven's open door...I try to tell her that angels protect me forevermore.I know that doesn't help her...or ease the burden that she bears.

So if you get the chance, go visit her...and show her that you care.For no matter what she says...no matter what she feels,My mommy has a broken heart that time won't ever heal.

Author unknown,


Dedicated to our daughter Angela mother of Micah