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 Tristan Alexander was born still on January 21, 2008, at 1:37 pm, he was 4# 7.8 oz and 17" long, he was beautiful in every way, he was the little boy his daddy and I dreamt of, but a severe and complete placental abruption ended his precious life.. Tristan will continue to live and thrive in our hearts and our memory will forever hold that precious baby boy!! I will make it my life long goal to forever keep our sons life remembered. He was very much alive for a beautiful 33 weeks, I felt the miracle of life inside of me, and that alone was the most gracious gift our Father could have given woman!! Thank you God our Father in Heaven, thank you from the bottom of our hearts for allowing us to be your precious angels earthly parents, I know for reason's unknown to us, you called him home again. Thank you for Tristan God!! I thank you for visiting our site, and I feel honored by all that he's touched, please feel free to lite a candle or pay tribute to him, as it helps us, to see that he not only lit up our lives, but all those around us as well... He's being cradled in the arm's of God, and he will never be forgotten. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This site was made and sponsored by a group of wonderful women in memory of our loving son.. Thank you Sept/Oct. Angels, we will forever remember and appreciate your wonderful and loving support throughout our pregnancy, birth, and death of our son.. If you would like to contact me because you've experienced a loss, or because you want to just chat and say hello, please feel free to email me, I can't promise that I can respond to everyone but will certainly do my best.. amommyofangels@gmail.com  IN LOVING MEMORY OF TRISTAN ALEXANDER GOODWIN ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  OH MOTHER, MY MOTHER: Oh Mother, my Mother I touch your tears invisible fingers soothing your skin. I know you think of me so often in the day, in the night, in your dreams going into an empty nursery knowing I'll never be there but I am . . . in your heart in your soul, I shall always be for you gave so unselfishly of yourself. Inside of you, you created such a world for me a world of laughter, of love of sadness, of sorrow every emotion people come to know you shared with me. And even though I may never feel your arms around me I felt your heart beating, like a lullaby, singing me to sleep and your spirit giving me a safe haven already protecting me nurturing me preparing me of things to come But sometimes the journey of life pulls souls apart and yes, I had to go on to another place. I wish I could stay I wish this was a decision I could make and I know you do too. Know this wherever you are: I will always remember that yours was the first love the first joy, the first soul I will ever know you gave me courage to go on in my journey I hope I can do the same for you Your heartbeat will always call me to you. Love, Tristan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Ask My Mom How She Is" (unknown) My Mom, she tells a lot of lies, She never did before But from now until she dies, She'll tell a whole lot more. Ask my Mom how she is And because she can't explain, She will tell a little lie because she can't describe the pain. Ask my Mom how she is, She'll say"I'm alright." If that's the truth, then tell me, why does she cry each night ? Ask my Mom how she is She seems to cope so well, She didn't have a choice you see, Nor the strength to yell. Ask my Mom how she is, "I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping." For God's sake Mom, just tell the truth, Just say your heart is broken She'll love me all her life I loved her all of mine. But if you ask her how she is, She'll lie and say she's fine. I am here in Heaven I cannot hug from here. If she lies to you don't listen Hug her and hold her near. On the day we meet again, We'll smile and I'll be bold. I'll say, "You're lucky to get in here, Mom, With all the lies you told!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "My Mom is a Survivor" My Mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said. But I can hear her crying at night when all others are in bed. I watch her lay awake at night and go to hold her hand. She doesn't know I'm with her to help her understand. But like the sands on the beach that never wash away ... I watch over my surviving Mom who thinks of me each day. She wears a smile for others ... a smile of disguise! But through Heaven's door I see tears flowing from her eyes. My Mom tries to cope with death; To keep my memory alive. But anyone who knows her knows it is her way to survive. as I watch over my surviving Mom through Heaven's open door ... I try to tell her that angels protect me forevermore! I know that doesn't help her, or ease the burden she bears. So, if you get a chance, go visit her. Show her that you care. for no matter what she says ... no matter what she feels. My surviving Mom has a broken heart that time won't ever heal. ~Author~ Kaye Des'Ormeaux ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  My Dad is a Survivor My dad is a survivor too which is no surprise to me. He's always been like a lighthouse that helps you cross a stormy sea. But, I walk with my dad each day to lift him when he's down. I wipe the tears he hides from others; He cries when no one's around. I watch him sit up late at night with my picture in his hand. He cries as he tries to grieve alone, and wishes he could understand. My dad is like a tower of strength. He's the greatest of them all! But, there are times when he needs to cry... Please be there when he falls. Hold his hand or pat his shoulder... And tell him it's okay. Be his strength when he's sad, Help him mourn in his own way. Now, as I watch over my precious dad from the Heavens up above... I'm so proud that he's a survivor... And, I can still feel his love. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -WHAT MAKES A MOTHER? I thought of you as I closed my eyes, and prayed to God today. I asked what makes a mother, and I know I heard him say, "a mother has a baby, this we know is true". "But God, can you be a mother, when your baby's not with you? " "Yes, you can" he replied, with confidence in his voice, "I give many women babies, when they leave is not their choice. Some I send for a lifetime, and others for a day, and some I send to feel your womb, but there's no need to stay." "I just don't understand this God, I want my baby here!" He took a breath and cleared his throat, and then I saw a tear. "I wish I could show you what your child is doing today, if you could see your child smile, with other children and say.." "We go to earth to learn our lessons, of love and life and fear, my mommy loved me oh so much, I got to come straight here! I feel so lucky to have a mom, who had so much love for me, I learned my lesson very quick, my mommy set me free. I miss my mommy oh so much, but I visit her each day, when she goes to sleep on her pillows where I lay. I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek, and whisper in her ear, "Mommy don't be sad, I'm your baby, I'm still here." "So you see my dear sweet one, your children are ok, your babies are here in my home, and this is where they'll stay. They'll wait for you with me, until your lesson is through, and on the day that you come home, they'll be at the gates for you. So now you see what makes a mother, it's the feeling in your heart, it's the love you had so much of, right from the very start. Though some on earth may not realize you are a mother, until their time is done, they'll be up here with me one day, and know you're the best one!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  What Makes a Dad? God took the strength of a mountain The majesty of a tree, The warmth of a summer sun, The calm of a quiet sea, The generous soul of nature, The comforting arm of night, The wisdom of the ages, The power of the eagle’s flight, The joy of a morning in Spring, The faith of a mustard seed, The patience of Eternity, The depth of a family’s need.. When God combined these qualities; When there was nothing more to add, He knew His masterpiece was complete, And so, He called it ~ DAD. ~ Author Unknown ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Grief is Like a River My grief is like a river, I have to let it flow, But I myself determine, Just where the banks will go. Some days the current takes me In waves of guilt and pain But there are always quiet pools Where I can rest again. I crash on rocks of anger My faith seems faint indeed But there are other swimmers Who know just what I need And loving hands to hold me When the waters are too swift And someone kind to listen When I just seem to drift Grief's river is a process Of relinquishing the past By swimming in Hope's channels I'll reach the shore at last ~Cynthia G. Kelley~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  -Memories If we could have a lifetime wish A dream that would come true. We'd pray to God with all our hearts For yesterday and You. A thousand words can't bring you back We know because we've tried... Neither will a thousand tears We know because we've cried... You left behind our broken hearts And happy memories too... But we never wanted memories We only wanted You. -Unknown  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  Silent Child by Kelly Lancor My silent child our precious baby, Close to my heart I'll keep you with me. An important job God has for you, There is love to give, and work to do. He needs an angel strong but small, To shine light on many and give love to all. Before you go I give you this, half my heart and one last kiss. We'll miss you dearly that we know, But by God you were chosen, So to heaven, you must go ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ REMEMBERING There will come a day when your tears of sorrow will softly flow into tears of remembrance... and your heart will begin to heal itself... and grieving will be interrupted by episodes of joy... and you will hear the whisper of hope. There will come a day when you will welcome the tears of remembrance... as a sunshower of the soul... a turning of the tide... a promise of peace. There will come a day when you will... risk loving... go on believing... and treasure the tears of remembering ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |
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