Devyn was born with brain damage and never left the hospital. She died when she was only 18 months old. Losing a child is one of the hardest things to go through.
I buried you today…..you were not even 2. My soul burns red with pain. No longer will I hold you or touch your face. My soul bleeds slowly and my empty arms ache. The death of a child is like a stone cast into the stillness of a quiet pool; the concentric ripples of despair sweep out in all directions. To have, to love, and then to part is the greatest sorrow of my heart.
I know you love music, so I hope you are dancing happily like little girls do with golden taps beneath each precious little shoe. I have photos and keepsakes in place of your life, but it obviously is not the same as if you were here with me. I have other children now, but I always stop and think about the woman you would have become.
I've missed you smile, I've missed you laugh, I've missed you cry, I've missed you sit, I've missed you stand, I've missed you walk while you hold my hand and I'll never hear you say mommy. I will miss you until my dying day. You are alive in my heart and when I look up in the night sky, you are the brightest star I see. Somewhere up in heaven in that very special place, you are sleeping….. so good night and sweet dreams……one day I will hold you in my arms again my precious little daughter.
I buried you today…..you were not even 2. My soul burns red with pain. No longer will I hold you or touch your face. My soul bleeds slowly and my empty arms ache. The death of a child is like a stone cast into the stillness of a quiet pool; the concentric ripples of despair sweep out in all directions. To have, to love, and then to part is the greatest sorrow of my heart.
I know you love music, so I hope you are dancing happily like little girls do with golden taps beneath each precious little shoe. I have photos and keepsakes in place of your life, but it obviously is not the same as if you were here with me. I have other children now, but I always stop and think about the woman you would have become.
I've missed you smile, I've missed you laugh, I've missed you cry, I've missed you sit, I've missed you stand, I've missed you walk while you hold my hand and I'll never hear you say mommy. I will miss you until my dying day. You are alive in my heart and when I look up in the night sky, you are the brightest star I see. Somewhere up in heaven in that very special place, you are sleeping….. so good night and sweet dreams……one day I will hold you in my arms again my precious little daughter.
Devyn was born with brain damage and never left the hospital. She died when she was only 18 months old. Losing a child is one of the hardest things to go through.
I buried you today…..you were not even 2. My soul burns red with pain. No longer will I hold you or touch your face. My soul bleeds slowly and my empty arms ache. The death of a child is like a stone cast into the stillness of a quiet pool; the concentric ripples of despair sweep out in all directions. To have, to love, and then to part is the greatest sorrow of my heart.
I know you love music, so I hope you are dancing happily like little girls do with golden taps beneath each precious little shoe. I have photos and keepsakes in place of your life, but it obviously is not the same as if you were here with me. I have other children now, but I always stop and think about the woman you would have become.
I've missed you smile, I've missed you laugh, I've missed you cry, I've missed you sit, I've missed you stand, I've missed you walk while you hold my hand and I'll never hear you say mommy. I will miss you until my dying day. You are alive in my heart and when I look up in the night sky, you are the brightest star I see. Somewhere up in heaven in that very special place, you are sleeping….. so good night and sweet dreams……one day I will hold you in my arms again my precious little daughter.
I buried you today…..you were not even 2. My soul burns red with pain. No longer will I hold you or touch your face. My soul bleeds slowly and my empty arms ache. The death of a child is like a stone cast into the stillness of a quiet pool; the concentric ripples of despair sweep out in all directions. To have, to love, and then to part is the greatest sorrow of my heart.
I know you love music, so I hope you are dancing happily like little girls do with golden taps beneath each precious little shoe. I have photos and keepsakes in place of your life, but it obviously is not the same as if you were here with me. I have other children now, but I always stop and think about the woman you would have become.
I've missed you smile, I've missed you laugh, I've missed you cry, I've missed you sit, I've missed you stand, I've missed you walk while you hold my hand and I'll never hear you say mommy. I will miss you until my dying day. You are alive in my heart and when I look up in the night sky, you are the brightest star I see. Somewhere up in heaven in that very special place, you are sleeping….. so good night and sweet dreams……one day I will hold you in my arms again my precious little daughter.
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