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Taylor James Foshay
08/04/99 -- 08/15/99
By Celine Dion
Fly, fly little wing
Fly beyond imagining
The softest cloud, the whitest dove
Upon the wind of Heaven's love
Past the planets and the stars
Leave this lonely world of ours
Escape the sorrow and the pain
And fly again.
Fly, fly precious
Your endless journey has begun
Take your gentle happiness
Far too beautiful for this
Cross over to the other shore
There is peace forever more
But hold this memory bittersweet
Until we meet.
Fly, fly do not
Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free
Be on your way, don't wait for me
Above the hands of time
The moon will rise, the sun will set
But I won't forget.
Fly, fly little
Fly where only angels sing
Fly away the time is right
Go now, find the light.
Shawn Douglas Hixson-Forrest
10/12/98 -- 11/21/98
you very much. I can only believe that you are up in Heaven enjoying time
with your GREAT GRANDPA & GREAT GRANDMAS. I'm sure they are spoiling
you rotten. You are very LOVED and MISSED here. I wish there was a way
that you could have seen your BIG brother, he often asks me; "where's the
baby", right now he is still too young to understand what has happened to
In Memory of my daughter
Jessica Erin Burbank
Born on November 26,
1974. A day that forever changed my life. Being my firstborn meant that we stumbled
through so many situations and finally came up with solutions that neither one of us liked
but that we could both live with. When you were born in that small hospital in Astoria,
Oregon they weren't equipped for rooming in so you were in the nursery the first time I
really got to look on you. But why is my baby in that glass enclosed incubator? What are
those gauze pads over your eyes for?? Is my baby blind? What is wrong with my child?
Someone help me. Someone please answer me. The nurse comes running to tell me that your
dad's blood type and mine aren't exactly compatible and sometimes the baby is a bit
jaundiced. The incubator is a special light that helps to eliminate the jaundice. I am
so relieved that I almost fall to the floor in tears of joy. You are a beautiful child
with long blonde hair, big blue eyes, luxurious curly eyelashes and a smile that could
melt even the hardest heart. As you grow and we learn from each other you make me so proud
of everything you do. Even when you went through the rebellious stage and were running
away from home. Do you remember the time I found you and brought you home and slept
outside your bedroom door so that you wouldn't leave me again that night? You wouldn't
even take off your shoes or jacket because you weren't going to go to sleep. When I
realized that you had indeed succumbed to sleep I snuck in and removed your shoes,
unbuttoned your jacket and brushed the hair out of your beautiful face. When I did I said
"I love you." You turned your face and mumbled to me "I love you too
Momma." I knew then that we could face anything together. You finally recognized that
we are friends and we began to rebuild our relationship. You became that little hippie
princess that I always knew you were. You let the compassion in your heart show to all of
your friends and our house was the gathering place for those young people. We had one New
Year's Eve together that we could go out and enjoy a drink together. We went to see the
Zen Tricksters "The premier Grateful Dead Tribute band". What fun we had! Then
57 days later your sister turned 18 and we all three celebrated at our favorite
restaurant. We had so much fun laughing and talking like three grown women who had known
each other all our lives. The following week your boyfriend's dog got loose and we went to
the pound to see if he was there. When I dropped you off at Chris' house you gave me a hug
and a kiss and said "I love you Momma." I went to the beach with my women's pool
team that weekend and got the news about your death while surrounded by my friends. They
were all so good to me. That was March 9, 1996. A day that forever changed my life. I love
you honey and I still hear you saying "I love you Momma."
Karen E. Murphy
Christopher Lynn McConnell
9/22/59 -- 10/03/94
FIRST CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN
see countless Christmas trees,
Around the world below,
With tiny lights, like Heaven's stars
Reflecting on the snow.
sight is so spectacular,
Please wipe away the tear,
For I am spending Christmas,
With Jesus Christ this year.
hear the many Christmas songs,
The people hold so dear,
But the sounds of music can't compare,
With the Christmas choir up here.
have no words to tell you,
The joy their voices bring,
For it is beyond description,
To hear the angels sing.
know how much you miss me,
I see the pain inside your heart,
But I'm not so far away,
We really aren't apart.
be happy for me, dear ones,
You know I hold you dear,
And be glad I'm spending Christmas,
With Jesus Christ this year.
send you each a special gift,
From my heavenly home above,
I send you each a memory,
Of my undying love.
all, love is a gift,
More precious than pure gold,
It was always most important,
In the stories Jesus told.
love and keep each other,
As my Heavenly Father said to do,
For I can't count the blessing or love,
He has for each of you.
have a Merry Christmas,
And wipe away that tear,
Remember, I am spending Christmas,
With Jesus Christ this year!!!
Dave and Dee Gibbs
Sarah Ann Elizabeth Malone
December 09,1987 -- December 09,1987
to Harley Avery Malone Owens,
The only one who truly knows her..
Baby with no name...
family calls her the baby with no name .
Just because she died does not mean that she was
She once lived, yes only for awhile maybe not like you
Or me, but forever she will always be.
Just because you know not how to act about what
you call the baby with no name does not
mean that I can not see what you do not say.
Just because I chose to name her does not mean
that you should call her the baby with no name. To
me she will always be a daughter, a sister, a
grandchild , a niece, some relative to my family
But my family chose to call her the baby with no
I chose to call her Sarah Ann Elizabeth Malone
because to me a Daughter she will always be...
love you and miss you mama, Brittney , Sam
Lea Ann Owens