| Location | Liverpool |
| Age | 4 years |
| Cause of Death | Road Traffic Collision |
| Date of Birth | 01/06/1979 |
| Date of Death | 28/02/1984 |
| Visitors | 802 since 03/07/2009 |
| Creator |
TO A SON, A BROTHER, A GRANDSON,A UNCLE A COUSIN, A FRIEND, YOU WHERE MY SUNSHINE MY SMILE, MY REASON TO LIVE. FROM THE 1ST MOMENT I HELD YOU IN MY ARMS TO THE TIME I SAID GOODBYE TO YOU WILL ALWAYS ALWAYS BE A MEMORY I WILL HAVE IN MY HEART.YOUR BIG BROWN EYES YOUR CUTE DIMPLE IN YOUR FACE,IT SOMETHING THAT CAN NEVER BE REPLACED.WITH ALL THE JOY AND ALL THE PAIN, I HOLD IN MY HEART TILL WE MEET AGAIN.THE MEMORYS, THE LOVE,THE CUDDLES THE TEARS, ARE ALWAYS WITH ME THROUGH OUT THE YEARS. TILL THE DAY I CAN HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS AGAIN AND HEAR THAT SPECIAL WORD MUMMY. REST IN PEACE. XXX
The tiny rosebud God picked to bloom in Heaven.
The master gardener from heaven above
Planted a seed in the garden of Love,
And from it there grew a rosebud small
That never had time to open at all.
For God in his perfect and all-wise way
Chose this rose for his heavenly bouquet,
And great was the joy of this tiny rose
To be the one our Father chose
To leave earth’s garden
For one on high
where roses bloom always and never die.
So, while you can’t see your precious rose bloom,
You know the great gardener from the upper room
Is watching and tending this wee rose with care,
Tenderly touching each petal so fair.
So think of your darling with the angels above,
Secure and contented and surrounded with love,
And remember God blessed and enriched your lives too,
For in dying your darling brought heaven closer to you.
Helen Steiner Rice
What kind of place would heaven be with all its streets of gold, if all the souls, that dwell up there like yours and mine, were old? How strange would heaven’s music sound when harps begin to ring, if children were not gathered ‘round to help the angels sing. The children that God sends to us are only just a loan, He knows we need their sunshine to make the house a home. We need the inspiration of a baby’s blessed smile. He doesn’t say they’ve come to stay, just lends them for a while. Sometimes it takes them years to do the work for which they come. Sometimes in just a month or two our Father calls them home. I like to think some souls up there bear not one sinful scar. I love to think of heaven as a place where children are.
xxx
☆ °.♥♥.•°â˜† Your Precious Angel ☆ °.♥♥.•°â˜†
I have not turned my back on you,
so there is no need to cry.
I'm watching you from heaven,
just beyond the morning sky.
I've seen you almost fall apart,
when you could barely stand.
I asked the Lord to comfort you,
and watched him take your hand.
He told me you are in more pain,
then I could ever be.
He wiped his eyes and swallowed hard,
then gave your hand to me.
Although you may not feel my touch,
or see me by your side.
I've whispered that I love you,
while I wiped each tear you cried.
So please try not to ache for me,
we'll meet again one day,
beyond the dark and stormy sky,
a Rainbow lights the way.
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