Robin died from SIDS. She left behind 2 sisters Deb & Yvonne and 1 brother Rob was born a year after Robin died. She is the Granddaughter of Frances Marie Dominikoski Kolanda(whom she was named after), and Alzy John Kolanda. The Granddaughter of Henry Darnell and Melva Belle Chambers Kane. A cousin of Robin who died from SIDS is buried beside her Gus Kallas.
John Henry Birich is another cousin who died too young from an motorcycle accident.
THE CEMETERY PHOTOGRAPHER
Wandering among the stones I see
The stones so weathered and worn.
‘Tis difficult to find the date
On which the babe was born.
I stare at the stone and am struck with awe
At the life that I knew was gone.
This was my child, a babe so sweet
With loved ones to carry on.
So I take a photo for all to see
For the family that remains.
An everlasting memory of
A child of God's domain.
I brush the weeds back from the stone
And say a silent prayer.
For the babes that had no chance to live
And for mothers everywhere.
The dove calls out it's mourning song
Among the stones so still.
Echoes of the woes, through time
The choirs of despair.
The stone will someday perish
The flowers will be gone.
But a photo now remains of this
Their memory lives on!
And so my friend, don't hesitate
To film the weathered stone.
Those who live within your hearts
Are never truly gone.
Author Unknown
John Henry Birich is another cousin who died too young from an motorcycle accident.
THE CEMETERY PHOTOGRAPHER
Wandering among the stones I see
The stones so weathered and worn.
‘Tis difficult to find the date
On which the babe was born.
I stare at the stone and am struck with awe
At the life that I knew was gone.
This was my child, a babe so sweet
With loved ones to carry on.
So I take a photo for all to see
For the family that remains.
An everlasting memory of
A child of God's domain.
I brush the weeds back from the stone
And say a silent prayer.
For the babes that had no chance to live
And for mothers everywhere.
The dove calls out it's mourning song
Among the stones so still.
Echoes of the woes, through time
The choirs of despair.
The stone will someday perish
The flowers will be gone.
But a photo now remains of this
Their memory lives on!
And so my friend, don't hesitate
To film the weathered stone.
Those who live within your hearts
Are never truly gone.
Author Unknown
Robin died from SIDS. She left behind 2 sisters Deb & Yvonne and 1 brother Rob was born a year after Robin died. She is the Granddaughter of Frances Marie Dominikoski Kolanda(whom she was named after), and Alzy John Kolanda. The Granddaughter of Henry Darnell and Melva Belle Chambers Kane. A cousin of Robin who died from SIDS is buried beside her Gus Kallas.
John Henry Birich is another cousin who died too young from an motorcycle accident.
THE CEMETERY PHOTOGRAPHER
Wandering among the stones I see
The stones so weathered and worn.
‘Tis difficult to find the date
On which the babe was born.
I stare at the stone and am struck with awe
At the life that I knew was gone.
This was my child, a babe so sweet
With loved ones to carry on.
So I take a photo for all to see
For the family that remains.
An everlasting memory of
A child of God's domain.
I brush the weeds back from the stone
And say a silent prayer.
For the babes that had no chance to live
And for mothers everywhere.
The dove calls out it's mourning song
Among the stones so still.
Echoes of the woes, through time
The choirs of despair.
The stone will someday perish
The flowers will be gone.
But a photo now remains of this
Their memory lives on!
And so my friend, don't hesitate
To film the weathered stone.
Those who live within your hearts
Are never truly gone.
Author Unknown
John Henry Birich is another cousin who died too young from an motorcycle accident.
THE CEMETERY PHOTOGRAPHER
Wandering among the stones I see
The stones so weathered and worn.
‘Tis difficult to find the date
On which the babe was born.
I stare at the stone and am struck with awe
At the life that I knew was gone.
This was my child, a babe so sweet
With loved ones to carry on.
So I take a photo for all to see
For the family that remains.
An everlasting memory of
A child of God's domain.
I brush the weeds back from the stone
And say a silent prayer.
For the babes that had no chance to live
And for mothers everywhere.
The dove calls out it's mourning song
Among the stones so still.
Echoes of the woes, through time
The choirs of despair.
The stone will someday perish
The flowers will be gone.
But a photo now remains of this
Their memory lives on!
And so my friend, don't hesitate
To film the weathered stone.
Those who live within your hearts
Are never truly gone.
Author Unknown
