I was born on June 9th, 1999 at 1:11 p.m. at Hollywood Memorial Hospital, Hollywood, FL. I was born by cesarean. I weighed 8lbs. 9 oz. and was 20 in. long. I was a happy baby, always smiling, playing with my brother Christopher. On October 5th, 1999 the angels came and took me. My mommy had just put me to bed when they came and took me to heaven. I was buried at Vista Memorial, Hialeah, FL. on October 7th, 1999.




Keep me in your hearts

Angels came and got me

Impatient they were

To take me back to heaven

Let go back, our father is calling, they said

You don't have to worry

Now I'm here next to God watching over you




COULD YOU PLEASE JUST LISTEN?





My baby has died, Please don't tell me you know how I feel. You don't. You can't. I hope you never do. Don't tell me that she's with God and I should be happy. How can I be happy when every time I go into her nursery all I see is an empty crib and toys that will never be played with? How can I be happy when my arms ache to hold her?


Please don't tell me God needed another angel. It's hard for me to understand why God would take away this little one who was so loved. Maybe I'll understand later, but right now... let God find another angel. Please, please, please don't tell me I'll have other children. Maybe I will...but my daughter was not a puppy that ran away...she cannot be replaced.


Maybe you could just listen when I remember out loud all the things we did together...the walks, the early morning feeding, the first time she rolled over. Maybe you could just sit for a while with me while I cry over all the things we'll never do together.


Please don't tell me it could be worse. How? I really don't want to her about your grandfather's death. It's not the same. Don't think my pain will be ease by comparison. Of course I'm glad that she didn't suffer, but I'd be a lot happier if she hadn't died at all.


I know it must be hard for you, but would your mind looking at her picture just one more time, we don't have many of her and I'm just a little bit afraid that I may forget what she looked like. She wasn't here that long, you know.


Could you please just listen?

Don't tell me I'll get over it. There is no "over it", only through it. Please don't tell me I should be glad she was just a baby, or that at least I didn't get to know her. I knew her before I ever saw her. She is a part of me. And now she is gone. I haven't just lost a three-month old baby. I have lost a part of myself.




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