Amy was my first best friend, and that makes her the best friend that will be in my heart forever.
I remember once in elementary school, Amy was on crutches and getting teased unmercifully by some of the boys in our class. I borrowed one of her crutches and chased them around the playground at lunch one day. Almost got one in the nose, before the teacher took my "weapon" away from me.
Amy was stricken with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia, and passed away at the much too young age of 11. She had moved away by then, and I didn't know where she was. I knew when she passed away, though. I was only 11, too, and suddenly felt the heaviest burden on my heart. I broke down and sobbed until I was exhausted. My mom asked me what was wrong, and I told her "Amy's gone. Amy died." A couple of weeks later, we found out that Amy did in fact pass away the day I felt it.
I didn't get to visit Amy's grave until quite a few years later. I have tried to leave her flowers at least twice a year ever since, though it's gotten harder to do. I haven't visited her this year, but plan to go see her for her birthday in the spring.
Thank you to everyone who leaves a flower for Amy. She was the sweetest person I ever knew, and probably ever will know. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her, even though it's been almost 30 years.
* I will be adding pictures of Amy's grave as soon as I can get them scanned in. Her dad has since passed away, and is buried near her. I will try to get him added here as well. *
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Little Angels
When God calls little angels
to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometimes question
the widsom of His love.
For no heartbreak compares with
the death of one 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 few
To make the land of Heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult
still somehow we must try,
The saddest work mankind knows
will always be "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children,
Angels are hard to find.
I remember once in elementary school, Amy was on crutches and getting teased unmercifully by some of the boys in our class. I borrowed one of her crutches and chased them around the playground at lunch one day. Almost got one in the nose, before the teacher took my "weapon" away from me.
Amy was stricken with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia, and passed away at the much too young age of 11. She had moved away by then, and I didn't know where she was. I knew when she passed away, though. I was only 11, too, and suddenly felt the heaviest burden on my heart. I broke down and sobbed until I was exhausted. My mom asked me what was wrong, and I told her "Amy's gone. Amy died." A couple of weeks later, we found out that Amy did in fact pass away the day I felt it.
I didn't get to visit Amy's grave until quite a few years later. I have tried to leave her flowers at least twice a year ever since, though it's gotten harder to do. I haven't visited her this year, but plan to go see her for her birthday in the spring.
Thank you to everyone who leaves a flower for Amy. She was the sweetest person I ever knew, and probably ever will know. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her, even though it's been almost 30 years.
* I will be adding pictures of Amy's grave as soon as I can get them scanned in. Her dad has since passed away, and is buried near her. I will try to get him added here as well. *
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Little Angels
When God calls little angels
to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometimes question
the widsom of His love.
For no heartbreak compares with
the death of one 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 few
To make the land of Heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult
still somehow we must try,
The saddest work mankind knows
will always be "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children,
Angels are hard to find.
Amy was my first best friend, and that makes her the best friend that will be in my heart forever.
I remember once in elementary school, Amy was on crutches and getting teased unmercifully by some of the boys in our class. I borrowed one of her crutches and chased them around the playground at lunch one day. Almost got one in the nose, before the teacher took my "weapon" away from me.
Amy was stricken with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia, and passed away at the much too young age of 11. She had moved away by then, and I didn't know where she was. I knew when she passed away, though. I was only 11, too, and suddenly felt the heaviest burden on my heart. I broke down and sobbed until I was exhausted. My mom asked me what was wrong, and I told her "Amy's gone. Amy died." A couple of weeks later, we found out that Amy did in fact pass away the day I felt it.
I didn't get to visit Amy's grave until quite a few years later. I have tried to leave her flowers at least twice a year ever since, though it's gotten harder to do. I haven't visited her this year, but plan to go see her for her birthday in the spring.
Thank you to everyone who leaves a flower for Amy. She was the sweetest person I ever knew, and probably ever will know. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her, even though it's been almost 30 years.
* I will be adding pictures of Amy's grave as soon as I can get them scanned in. Her dad has since passed away, and is buried near her. I will try to get him added here as well. *
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Little Angels
When God calls little angels
to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometimes question
the widsom of His love.
For no heartbreak compares with
the death of one 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 few
To make the land of Heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult
still somehow we must try,
The saddest work mankind knows
will always be "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children,
Angels are hard to find.
I remember once in elementary school, Amy was on crutches and getting teased unmercifully by some of the boys in our class. I borrowed one of her crutches and chased them around the playground at lunch one day. Almost got one in the nose, before the teacher took my "weapon" away from me.
Amy was stricken with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia, and passed away at the much too young age of 11. She had moved away by then, and I didn't know where she was. I knew when she passed away, though. I was only 11, too, and suddenly felt the heaviest burden on my heart. I broke down and sobbed until I was exhausted. My mom asked me what was wrong, and I told her "Amy's gone. Amy died." A couple of weeks later, we found out that Amy did in fact pass away the day I felt it.
I didn't get to visit Amy's grave until quite a few years later. I have tried to leave her flowers at least twice a year ever since, though it's gotten harder to do. I haven't visited her this year, but plan to go see her for her birthday in the spring.
Thank you to everyone who leaves a flower for Amy. She was the sweetest person I ever knew, and probably ever will know. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her, even though it's been almost 30 years.
* I will be adding pictures of Amy's grave as soon as I can get them scanned in. Her dad has since passed away, and is buried near her. I will try to get him added here as well. *
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Little Angels
When God calls little angels
to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometimes question
the widsom of His love.
For no heartbreak compares with
the death of one 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 few
To make the land of Heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult
still somehow we must try,
The saddest work mankind knows
will always be "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children,
Angels are hard to find.
