| Location | Larbert |
| Age | 0 |
| Date of Birth | 8/2006 |
| Date of Death | 8/2006 |
| Visitors | 674 since 16/09/2007 |
| Creator |
These are my tiny footprints, so perfect and so small.
These tiny footprints, never touched the ground at all.
Not one tiny footprint, for now I have my wings.
These tiny footprints were meant for other things.
You will hear my tiny footprints, in the patter of the rain.
Gentle drops like angel tears, of joy and not from pain.
You will see my tiny footprints, in each butterfly's lazy dance.
I'll let you know I'm with you, if you give me just a chance.
You will see my tiny footprints, in the rustle of the leaves.
I will whisper names into the wind, and call each one that grieves.
Most of all, these tiny footprints, are found in Mummy's heart
Because even though I'm gone now, we'll never truly part
Last night at bedtime I looked out
To say goodnight to you,
And out the window through the clouds
A star came shining through
It sparkled and it twinkled
Like a precious diamond stone,
It looked as if it winked at me
And I felt less alone
On earth we can see starlight
Even if the star has gone,
And though you are not with me
Your light still does shine on
So though I cannot kiss your face
Or tuck you in all tight,
I’ll look to heaven, see a star
And whisper your goodnight.
Written by Rachel for her son Joshua Nathan Bass xx
Mummy and Daddys wish
If we could visit heaven
even for a day,
maybe for a moment
the pain would go away.
We would put our arms around you
and whisper words so true,
living life without you
is the hardest thing we do
Missing you at Christmas....
There'll be gifts to wrap for everyone
Right up to christmas Eve
As they lie beneath the christamas tree
it will be so hard to believe.
You're not still here with us
There's that awful empty space
The greatest christmas gift of all
Would be just to see your face.
Yes, everything is ready
All the jobs are done
But christmas just won't be the same
Not without you Son.
Love as Always to your Mummy, Daddy & Family
xxxx
A grieving parents wish...
I wish my son hadn't died..I wish he were still here.
I wish you wouldn't be afraid to speak my Son's name.
He is very important to me & I need to hear that he was important to you also.
If I cry and get emotional when you talk about him, I wish you knew that it isn't because you have hurt me. His death is the cause of my tears.
You have talked about him and you have allowed me to share my grief.
I thank you for both.
Being bereaved is not contagious, so I wish you wouldn't shy away from me.
I need you now more than ever.
I need diversions, so I do want to hear about you, but I also want you to hear about me.
I might be sad and I might cry, but I wish you would let me talk about him; my favorite topic of the day
I know that you think of and pray for me often.
I also know that his death pains you too.
I wish you would let me know these things through a phone call, a card or note, or a real big hug.
I wish you wouldn't expect my grief to be over.
These first months and years are traumatic for me, but I wish you could understand that my grief will never be over.
I will suffer the death of my Son until the day I die.
I am working hard in my recovery, but I wish you could understand that I will never fully recover.
I will always miss him and I will always grieve that he is dead.
I wish you wouldn't expect me 'not to think about it' or 'be happy'.
Neither will happen for a very long time, so don't frustrate yourself.
I don't want to have a Pity party , but I do wish you would let me grieve.
I must hurt before I can heal.
I wish you understood how my life has shattered.
I know it is miserable for you to be around me when I'm feeling miserable.
Please be as patient with me as I am with you.
When I say, 'I'm doing okay', I wish you could understand that I don't 'feel' okay and that I struggle daily.
I wish you knew that all of the grief reactions I'm having are very normal.
Depression, anger, hopelessness and overwhelming sadness are all to be expected.
So please excuse me when I'm quiet and withdrawn or irritable and cranky.
Your advice to 'take it one day at a time' is excellent advice.
However, a day is too much and too fast for me right now.
I wish you could understand that I'm doing good to handle an hour at a time.
Please excuse me if I seem rude, certainly not my intent.
Sometimes the world around me goes too fast and I need to get off.
When I walk away, I wish you would let me find a quiet place to spend time alone.
I wish you understood that grief changes people.
When Baby Thomas died, a big part of me died with him.
I am not the same person I was before my son died and I will never be that person again.
I wish very much that you could understand; understand my loss and my grief.
But, I pray daily that you will never fully understand.... x
A poem for Thomas
An Angel came to meet us for just one special day
He stopped en-route to Heaven before going on his way
We marvelled at perfection in its smallest form
But grief has left us feeling so incredibly forlorn
Our little son for this earth was never meant to be
But in the sky, he is the brightest star you'll ever see
We'll never love him any less than if he were with us now
Because we know the love we send will reach his heart somehow
xoxoxo
angel
Little Angels
When God calls little children,
To dwell with him above.
We mortals sometimes question,
The wisdom of his love.
For no heartache 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,
And 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 word 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.
WHEN GOD CALLS LITTLE CHILDREN
When God calls little children to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometimes question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with the death of one small child
Who does so much to make our world seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tired of calling the age to His fold,
So He picks a little rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them, so He takes but a few
To make the land of heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult, still, somehow we must try,
The saddest word 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.
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