Emily is the stillborn daughter of Jennifer Lee Blankenship and Norman J. Westhoff. She was greatly anticipated and deeply loved. Her maternal grandparents are Harold Lee Blankenship, Jr. and Karen J. Blankenship. Her paternal grandparents are Rod Westhoff and Karen Westhoff. Her Aunties, who love her, are Amy and Chrissy Westhoff and Amber Blankenship. She was born in St Joseph Hospital in Denver, Colorado. She was a beautiful child and taught us all so much in her brief exisitance on this earth. God gave her to us so briefly and we know she is with Him and we will see her again. We love her and miss her so.
Emily
A tiny face lies in repose
Her unopened eyes see not our woes
We waited for you with joy in our hearts,
With anticipation to behold God's art
We thrilled to each movement, your heartbeat excited.
This life placed within and by God's love ignited.
Through books and memories we embraced each stage,
Waiting, still waiting for our Emily Paige.
Cribs and toys, pacifiers and dolls,
Quilts and blankets, we were ready to roll.
Then came the fear, something was wrong.
Your movement, once bounding, was now not so strong.
Oh, not to worry, this happens to many.
I'll not jump to conclusions thought your sweet mother Jenny.
But you were to leave us before you were born.
And oh, my sweet baby, how we would mourn.
When your precious form our eyes first would see,
We thrilled and we sorrowed, "Does she look like me?"
"Is it a boy or a girl?", I asked straining to see.
Then Jen looked and asked, "Is it little Emily?"
Jen touched you and kissed you,
As Norm wiped away tears.
How could this happen?
We were to have you for years.
As each of us held you, our grief was our own.
And as Jen drew you near she only could moan.
She beheld your form, my daughter my own.
And spoke through her tears, "I can't believe I can't take you home."
With Grandpa Bugsy's nose and Daddy Norm's chin,
You opened our hearts and we all drank you in.
Then later as Jen cradled you we all looked on.
Again through tears, "I'm so proud to be her Mom."
How tender her heart as she looked at her child.
How sweet as her eyes followed each fold.
Good bye seems so final, so awful, so dark.
Then came the rememberence, that wonderful spark.
We behold only your tent, your brief little house.
But precious one, you are beholding His face.
He holds you and rocks you as you giggle and coo.
Yes, precious granddaughter, we soon will be with you.
Then what rejoicing, what happiness we'll share.
No longer pulled down by this earth's woes and cares.
We'll sing and play, we'll bask in His love.
And you too, our inheritance, forever, above.
I love you with an everlasting love,
Grammy
Emily
A tiny face lies in repose
Her unopened eyes see not our woes
We waited for you with joy in our hearts,
With anticipation to behold God's art
We thrilled to each movement, your heartbeat excited.
This life placed within and by God's love ignited.
Through books and memories we embraced each stage,
Waiting, still waiting for our Emily Paige.
Cribs and toys, pacifiers and dolls,
Quilts and blankets, we were ready to roll.
Then came the fear, something was wrong.
Your movement, once bounding, was now not so strong.
Oh, not to worry, this happens to many.
I'll not jump to conclusions thought your sweet mother Jenny.
But you were to leave us before you were born.
And oh, my sweet baby, how we would mourn.
When your precious form our eyes first would see,
We thrilled and we sorrowed, "Does she look like me?"
"Is it a boy or a girl?", I asked straining to see.
Then Jen looked and asked, "Is it little Emily?"
Jen touched you and kissed you,
As Norm wiped away tears.
How could this happen?
We were to have you for years.
As each of us held you, our grief was our own.
And as Jen drew you near she only could moan.
She beheld your form, my daughter my own.
And spoke through her tears, "I can't believe I can't take you home."
With Grandpa Bugsy's nose and Daddy Norm's chin,
You opened our hearts and we all drank you in.
Then later as Jen cradled you we all looked on.
Again through tears, "I'm so proud to be her Mom."
How tender her heart as she looked at her child.
How sweet as her eyes followed each fold.
Good bye seems so final, so awful, so dark.
Then came the rememberence, that wonderful spark.
We behold only your tent, your brief little house.
But precious one, you are beholding His face.
He holds you and rocks you as you giggle and coo.
Yes, precious granddaughter, we soon will be with you.
Then what rejoicing, what happiness we'll share.
No longer pulled down by this earth's woes and cares.
We'll sing and play, we'll bask in His love.
And you too, our inheritance, forever, above.
I love you with an everlasting love,
Grammy
Emily is the stillborn daughter of Jennifer Lee Blankenship and Norman J. Westhoff. She was greatly anticipated and deeply loved. Her maternal grandparents are Harold Lee Blankenship, Jr. and Karen J. Blankenship. Her paternal grandparents are Rod Westhoff and Karen Westhoff. Her Aunties, who love her, are Amy and Chrissy Westhoff and Amber Blankenship. She was born in St Joseph Hospital in Denver, Colorado. She was a beautiful child and taught us all so much in her brief exisitance on this earth. God gave her to us so briefly and we know she is with Him and we will see her again. We love her and miss her so.
Emily
A tiny face lies in repose
Her unopened eyes see not our woes
We waited for you with joy in our hearts,
With anticipation to behold God's art
We thrilled to each movement, your heartbeat excited.
This life placed within and by God's love ignited.
Through books and memories we embraced each stage,
Waiting, still waiting for our Emily Paige.
Cribs and toys, pacifiers and dolls,
Quilts and blankets, we were ready to roll.
Then came the fear, something was wrong.
Your movement, once bounding, was now not so strong.
Oh, not to worry, this happens to many.
I'll not jump to conclusions thought your sweet mother Jenny.
But you were to leave us before you were born.
And oh, my sweet baby, how we would mourn.
When your precious form our eyes first would see,
We thrilled and we sorrowed, "Does she look like me?"
"Is it a boy or a girl?", I asked straining to see.
Then Jen looked and asked, "Is it little Emily?"
Jen touched you and kissed you,
As Norm wiped away tears.
How could this happen?
We were to have you for years.
As each of us held you, our grief was our own.
And as Jen drew you near she only could moan.
She beheld your form, my daughter my own.
And spoke through her tears, "I can't believe I can't take you home."
With Grandpa Bugsy's nose and Daddy Norm's chin,
You opened our hearts and we all drank you in.
Then later as Jen cradled you we all looked on.
Again through tears, "I'm so proud to be her Mom."
How tender her heart as she looked at her child.
How sweet as her eyes followed each fold.
Good bye seems so final, so awful, so dark.
Then came the rememberence, that wonderful spark.
We behold only your tent, your brief little house.
But precious one, you are beholding His face.
He holds you and rocks you as you giggle and coo.
Yes, precious granddaughter, we soon will be with you.
Then what rejoicing, what happiness we'll share.
No longer pulled down by this earth's woes and cares.
We'll sing and play, we'll bask in His love.
And you too, our inheritance, forever, above.
I love you with an everlasting love,
Grammy
Emily
A tiny face lies in repose
Her unopened eyes see not our woes
We waited for you with joy in our hearts,
With anticipation to behold God's art
We thrilled to each movement, your heartbeat excited.
This life placed within and by God's love ignited.
Through books and memories we embraced each stage,
Waiting, still waiting for our Emily Paige.
Cribs and toys, pacifiers and dolls,
Quilts and blankets, we were ready to roll.
Then came the fear, something was wrong.
Your movement, once bounding, was now not so strong.
Oh, not to worry, this happens to many.
I'll not jump to conclusions thought your sweet mother Jenny.
But you were to leave us before you were born.
And oh, my sweet baby, how we would mourn.
When your precious form our eyes first would see,
We thrilled and we sorrowed, "Does she look like me?"
"Is it a boy or a girl?", I asked straining to see.
Then Jen looked and asked, "Is it little Emily?"
Jen touched you and kissed you,
As Norm wiped away tears.
How could this happen?
We were to have you for years.
As each of us held you, our grief was our own.
And as Jen drew you near she only could moan.
She beheld your form, my daughter my own.
And spoke through her tears, "I can't believe I can't take you home."
With Grandpa Bugsy's nose and Daddy Norm's chin,
You opened our hearts and we all drank you in.
Then later as Jen cradled you we all looked on.
Again through tears, "I'm so proud to be her Mom."
How tender her heart as she looked at her child.
How sweet as her eyes followed each fold.
Good bye seems so final, so awful, so dark.
Then came the rememberence, that wonderful spark.
We behold only your tent, your brief little house.
But precious one, you are beholding His face.
He holds you and rocks you as you giggle and coo.
Yes, precious granddaughter, we soon will be with you.
Then what rejoicing, what happiness we'll share.
No longer pulled down by this earth's woes and cares.
We'll sing and play, we'll bask in His love.
And you too, our inheritance, forever, above.
I love you with an everlasting love,
Grammy
