Johnathon Robert Paul Sweeney-Dewey

A Birthday In Heaven by Kris Smith

I heard you crying yesterday,
And felt your heart-sent love.
So I’m sending you this message
Now, from Heaven up above.

You’re wondering if I’ll celebrate
My Birthday (way up here).
I know you’re missing me today
I feel your essence near.

God planned a special day for me,
He told me with a wink.
He’d ordered me a special cake
(It’s Angel food, I think).

Balloons will fill the streets for me,
They float up through the clouds.
And we have lots of friends up here
That make us laugh out loud.

There is a Birthday carousel,
Jewelled horses ride the wind,
With music playing, oh so sweet…
The magic never ends.

I’ve made so many friends, you see
We laugh and play and sing.
We ride our bikes and play the fool
And sleep in Angel’s wings.

But we don’t blow out our candles here
Instead, they light the skies.

With love from your little Angel xxx

Joanne Mitchell Saturday afternoon

Born Still - by Unknown Author

Do you know how hard it is
To hold a baby who doesn’t cry?
Do you know how hard it is
To tell that baby Goodbye?

Do you know how hard it is
To look at an empty bed?
Knowing your child should be there
Resting her sleepy head?

Do you know how hard it is
Feeling you’re to blame?
And no matter what they tell you
You'll always feel the same.

Do you know the heartache
Knowing she's gone for good?
And feeling that you didn't
Do all the things you could.

Do you know how hard it is
To hear that it's Gods will?
Do you know the emptiness
When your child is born still?

Unfortunately we do XX

Joanne Mitchell Saturday afternoon

hey sweetie

hey honey mommy loves you so much and misses you even more....Thats why Mommy as teamed up with a bunch of other Angel Mommies to make so gorgeous Angel Baby Graphics....I love you sweet heart....

Johnathons Mommy (Mommy) January 24, 2009

Star light, star bright,
your the brightest star
I see tonight.
I wish I may, I wish I might,
that you have the sweetest dreams tonight.

Norma Coan January 24, 2009

Nothing is lost -- not a hair, not a breath! The lilac that blooms today is made of last years crumbled leaves and this morning's dew. It has perhaps the breath of a tiger and minerals that were once part of an ancient dinosaur.

The raw materials of that lilac have perhaps spent time in a seashell, a wagon wheel, a butterfly and a hawk.

How old is this morning's lilac? ---And how old are you? You are as young as the morning, as old as the world, you are as new as a raindrop, as old as the mountains. You are forever a part of the world.

Norma Coan January 24, 2009