"Fly, fly little wing... fly where only Angels sing..."

Sending you love and strength, my dear, Barb.
xo
NICHOLAS WARREN REEVES
OUR SWEET ANGEL BABY
NOVEMBER 7, 2008
Dear Mommy and Daddy,
Before we said our first hello,
The time had already passed.
For when you held me in your arms,
I had gone to heaven to rest.
I felt angelic tears down my cheeks,
And I watched you as you wept.
I wish I could have changed it all,
Your tears touched my soul so deep
But mommy & daddy when you are sad,
Please be assured I know.
For death cannot take away your love,
It will only continue to grow.
When you are feeling far away,
And missing me so much.
Close your eyes and feel my wings,
Their soft and gentle touch.
Or at night as you sleep,
I will join you in a dream.
You will see me standing close to you.
And we’ll be lost within my wings.
So my dear mommy and daddy,
As you go from day to day,
Find comfort in the knowledge,
I am never that far away.
Angel Whispers
"Do not be afraid to cry,
it does relieve the pain,
but remember there would be no flowers,
unless there was some rain."
3 comments:
so beautiful... its such a wonderful thing you are doing with these wings. a beautiful and selfless act.
Hi Lea,
I am always apprehensive about putting my children's names on my blog, but her name is Elisabeth Kathryn. Thanks for the beautiful comments :)
I know that one of your last entries was a difficult one. You are experiencing many emotions. I too am going through a difficult time with the birth of this wonderful new blessing. It is such a bittersweet time and I am, at times, finding myself right back to day one when Caleb died. Along with recovering from major surgery and having bleeding sore nipplies and a persistant cold and cough, the enemy can really do a number on a person. I keep trying to remind myself that God has been able to carry me through Caleb's death and will get me through these times too, but I have to take one moment at a time. I can't handle much more than that (one moment) right now.
Prayers for you, my friend.
With love and hope,
Cheryl
Lea, thank you for remembering my George with me.
xxx
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