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If I could catch a Rainbow
IF THOSE WHO MOURN
if those who mourn,
go bravely on,
their lonely misty way,
in spite of tears,
do what they must each day,
if there's no bitterness,
the broken spirit healing wings,
The Growth of Our Little Bud
Life starts with a tiny little bud and grows over time into a wonderful precious little baby, Growing day by day, Everything going so well,
Heart beating baby thriving everything going so well,
Suddenly for no reason everything changes. Our beautiful little bud which was starting to bloom has decieded, that this World is not yet ready for its wonderful presence.
Time stands still.
Our little bud starts to wilt and sadly dies without further ado.
life has to go sadly on.
We know that our little bud has left some powerful seeds that will be kept and never be forgotten.
Our beautiful baby you may have only been with us for a short time but we will never forget you.
2nd February 2002 – 16th March 2002
aged 8 weeks.
We will never forget you all our love to you lots of love our precious baby love forever your mummy and daddy
The Most Caring Child
Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.
The winner was a four year old child whose next door
neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.
Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
When his mother asked him what he had said to the
neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."