I had to bury my 9 month old daughter in May of 1978. It was the worst day of my life, I have moved away from Chicago since then, but try to get to the actual cemetery at least once a month. With the virtual cemetery I feel like I can visit more often. I have always like walking thru cemeteries. I wonder what everyone was like, I clean off headstones, say a prayer here & there it has always been a peaceful therapy for me. I especially like to leave flowers for children & young people. There are so many & I still sit & cry for the families and what they are going thru.
hi :) I read ur page n I know what ur going through because I have lost 2 of my baby's. They r twins but my lil girl passed 45mins after being born. Then her brother lived to be 2. He passed away from a fatal car wreck. N I do still feel the pain of that very day.
Darlene I can feel your pain, I too buried my first boen in 1979 in Mt. Morris, N.Y. I left the state in 1980 and have not been back since .I placed a on line memorial for him Anthony Micheal Johnson June 6th 1979 - june 6th 1979. He passed on the same day he was born , he was with me just a short time.. but I willnever forget how he looked, smelled or his touch. he is my own special angel just like your sweet little one. I am now a grandma and I often have thought why God took my baby so soon and I can only think he was so special that God called him home like all the rest of God's special little ones .. He needed them back to make heaven such a special place . Our little ones were called home mkuch to soon but I truely believe they were loved and needed much more with him than with us.God Bless you and remember we will be together one day..just believe .
Hello One Thing At Christmas We Always Like To Do...Is Send "God's Blessings" To Special Ones Like You. God Bless You With The Most Joyous Christmas Season. I Thank My God Upon Every Remembrance Of You.~Philippians 1:3 Ron & Jan
May God bless you... Every year since 1987, I think of my brother who died that year. We both suffered in the 1950s foster care system. So, my brother died at 37 years old. I was always the warrior, so I survived. He kept his pain inward and died young of a heat attack. I understand. May God bless you for being kind enough to care about others.