Children who die are not really gone,
But go to a place that is something like home,
Where they sleep the deep sleep, as quiet as stone,
Until we can join them when our lives are done.

Children who die are not really dead,
But just like good children tucked into bed,
Wait the long wait while we go ahead
Till our tales are all told and our tears are all shed.
Children who die feel no pleasure or pain
In the place where they wait till they see us again,
And all of us dance in a world washed with rain
Where the sun shines so brightly no sorrows remain.

- Author Unknown


At the end of the day all the children of heaven come together to paint the colors of the sunset

Heaven's Special Treasure

Heaven's Special Treasure was given to me.

The mother of Michele Ula, God chose me to be.

Caring for her special needs is not an easy task.

That is why God didn't come to me first and ask

If I'd be willing to take on such a heavy load.

I'd have said, "Lord, please, don't send me down such a rocky road."

But God just saw me in a way that no one else could,

And in a special way that was not understood.

And he said, "You're the one to care for this Special Treasure.

There will be many trials but you must focus on the pleasure."

The pleasures, though in number they are few,

Are enough for me as they continue to renew

My faith in God to help me and to meet every need

Of this Special Treasure, and she is indeed.

There are many people who say, "This is what you need to do."

But please don't advise me until you walk a mile in my shoes.

Michele can talk to say "Mom, I love you."

She had shown her love in ways that only she could do.

She had a hug for everyone and I knew she was happy to be

Heaven's Special Treasure that was given to me.

Children who die are not really gone,
But go to a place that is something like home,
Where they sleep the deep sleep, as quiet as stone,
Until we can join them when our lives are done.

Children who die are not really dead,
But just like good children tucked into bed,
Wait the long wait while we go ahead
Till our tales are all told and our tears are all shed.
Children who die feel no pleasure or pain
In the place where they wait till they see us again,
And all of us dance in a world washed with rain
Where the sun shines so brightly no sorrows remain.

- Author Unknown


At the end of the day all the children of heaven come together to paint the colors of the sunset

Heaven's Special Treasure

Heaven's Special Treasure was given to me.

The mother of Michele Ula, God chose me to be.

Caring for her special needs is not an easy task.

That is why God didn't come to me first and ask

If I'd be willing to take on such a heavy load.

I'd have said, "Lord, please, don't send me down such a rocky road."

But God just saw me in a way that no one else could,

And in a special way that was not understood.

And he said, "You're the one to care for this Special Treasure.

There will be many trials but you must focus on the pleasure."

The pleasures, though in number they are few,

Are enough for me as they continue to renew

My faith in God to help me and to meet every need

Of this Special Treasure, and she is indeed.

There are many people who say, "This is what you need to do."

But please don't advise me until you walk a mile in my shoes.

Michele can talk to say "Mom, I love you."

She had shown her love in ways that only she could do.

She had a hug for everyone and I knew she was happy to be

Heaven's Special Treasure that was given to me.