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Dedicated To My Angel Kestra Ann
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My Sweet
Little One
Kestra Ann,
wt.12.3 oz,lenght 10 in.
She Is Precious In The Eyes Of God
We are sad to anounce the short life of our daughter Kestra Ann She came and went in an instant on April 23,2000 Easter Sunday. Taking with her a lifetime of hopes and dreams we had for her. We will hold her in our hearts forever.
Shelli and Nathan
Dear Friend,
Acknowledgement of our baby's short life may be upsetting to you . You may think the less you said the better. Until now we did not know how important it would be for us to tell you of our baby even though our baby died.You can help us through this dificult time by letting us talk about our sorrow when we feel the need. allowing us to cry when we want,and not pretending everythings okay.. when it's not. It will take time , but with your support we will make it.
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Kestra AnnBorn 04/23/00
Passing 04/23/00
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I carried you in hope, the long months of my term, remembered that close hour when we made you, often felt you kick and move as slowly you grew with in me, wondered what you would look like when your wet head emerged, girl or boy, and at what glad moment I should hear your birth cry, and I welcoming you with all you needed of warmth and food; we had a home waiting for you. After my strong labourings sweat cold on my limbs, my small cries merging with the summer air, you came You did not cry. You did not breathe. We had not expected this; it seems your birth had no meaning, or had you rejected us? They will say that you did not live, register you as a stillborn. But you lived for me all that time in the dark chamber of my womb, and when I think of you now, perfect in your little death, I know that for me you are born still; I shall carry you with me forever, my child, you were always mine, you are mine now, Death and life are the same Mysteries
(LC)
When People Ask You
" AM I RIGHT TO BE ANGRY?",
Have You Thought Of Asking Them,
"AM I RIGHT TO BE THIRSTY?".
What We Remember Lives On,
Some Only Dream Of Angels,
We Held One In Our Arms.
As The Months Continue On My Heart Still Dreams Of You, When A Baby Cry's My Heart Breaks Into A Million Pieces Of Remembrance Of My Loss Of You. My Love Is No Less That I Cannot Hold You Or Hear You Or Touch You. My Love Grows Stronger At Every Moment Of Their Breaking Cry. You Are My Daughter My Baby! Life And Into Your Sweet Death. You Remain With In Me. For Eternity And Beyond.
(Shelli 2000)
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