Millie Rebecca vivian Stamps

THOSE WE LOVE

Most people walk in and out of your life.

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But only Loved ones leave footprints
in your heart

Nan McCollum (Grandmother) June 5, 2008

So sorry for your loss

I would just like to say that i know what you are going through. My little girl was born at 23 weeks + 6 days and survived 6 days in this world. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family at this sad time. Love Maxine xxx

Maxine Rogers (passer by) May 21, 2008

The Bridge
by Joy Cowley

There are times in life
When we are called to be bridges
Not a great monument spanning a distance
And carrying loads of heavy traffic,
But a simple bridge to help one person from here to there
Over some difficulty such as pain, grief, fear, loneliness,
A bridge which opens the way for the ongoing journey.

When I become a bridge for another
I bring upon myself a blessing
For I escape from the small prison of self
And exist for the wider world
Breaking out to be a larger being
Who can enter another’s pain
And rejoice in another’s triumph.

I know of only one greater blessing in this life
And that is to allow
Someone else to be a bridge for me.


Thank you for being my bridge.XXX

Tricia Donaldson Kierans Mum May 18, 2008

TO A SPECIAL GIRL

If love could build a stairway
I would climb so very high
To see my precious granddaughter
In the castle in the sky

Just to hold her for a while
Would fill my heart with joy
To kiss her and to say to her
'You`re nannies special girl

I would say' i miss you'
and although we,re far apart
I only have to think of you
And you,re right here,In my heart

Sleep sweetly angel x x x x

Nan McCollum (Grandmother) May 16, 2008

THOSE WE LOVE

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Those we love remain with us
For love itself lives on,
And cherished memories never fade
Because a loved ones gone.
Those we love can never be
More than a thought apart,
For as long as there is memory
They'll live on in the heart..

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Nan McCollum (Grandmother) May 8, 2008

IF I COULD BE AN ANGEL

If I could be an Angel,

I know just what I'd do.

I would guard someone special,

Someone just like you.

I'd be the friend you need,

Anytime day or night.

When you need someone to lead,

I'd guide you with my light.

And if you began to stumble,

I'd reach out my hand to you.

I'd help with all your trouble,

And take away your sorrow too.

But since I'm not an Angel,

By your side I'll stand.

And if you begin to stumble,

I'll reach out my hand.

Nan McCollum (Grandmother) May 2, 2008

AN ANGELS KISS

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We go through life so often
Not stopping to enjoy the day,
And we take each one for granted
As we travel on our way.
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We never stop to measure
Anything we just might miss,
But if the wind should blow by softly
You'll feel an ANGELS KISS.
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A kiss that is sent from Heaven
A kiss from up above,
A kiss that is very special
From someone that you love.
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For in your pain and sorrow
An ANGELS KISS will help you through,
This kiss is very private
For it is meant for only you.
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So when your hearts are heavy
And filled with tears and pain,
And no one can console you
Remember once again.....
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About the ones you grieve for
Because you sadly miss
And the gentle breeze you took for granted
Was just......... 'AN ANGELS KISS'
.♥.·°. °·.♥.·°.°·.♥. ..°

Nan McCollum (Grandmother) May 2, 2008

The Pit of Grief

The day my child died, I fell into the pit of grief. My friends watched me struggle through daily life; waiting for the person I once was to arise from the pit, not realizing 'she' is gone forever.

The pit is full of darkness, heartache and despair; it paralyzes your thoughts, movements and ability to ration. The pit leaves you forever changed, unable to surface the person you once were.

Some of my pre-grief friends gather around the top of the pit, waiting for the old me to appear before their eyes, not understanding what’s taking me so long to emerge. After all, in their eyes, I’ve been in the pit for quite sometime. Yet in my eyes, it seems as if I fell in only yesterday.

Not all of my pre-grief friends are gathered around the top of the pit. Some are helping me with the climb out of the darkness. They climb side by side with me from time to time, but mostly they climb ahead of me, waiting patiently at each plateau. Even with these friends I sometimes wonder if they are also waiting for the pre-grief me to magically appear before their eyes.

Then there are the casual acquaintances, you know the ones who say 'Hi, how are you?' when they really don't care or really want to know. These are the people who sigh in relief, that is my child who died and not theirs. You know ... the 'better them, than me' attitude.

My post-grief friends are the ones who climb with me, side by side, inch by inch, out of the pit of grief. They have no way of comparing the pit climbed to the pre-grief person I once was. You see, they started at the bottom of the pit with me. They are able to reassure me when I need reassurance, rest when I need resting, and encourage me to move forward when I don't have the strength. They have no expectations, no memories and no recollection of how I 'should' be. They want me to get better, to smile more often and find joy in life, but they also accepted the person I’ve become. The 'person' who is emerging from the pit.

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Tricia Donaldson Kierans Mum April 21, 2008

i know how you feel

i know there are no words to express the deep hurt and sense of loss you feel but believe me it does get easier as the years pass but they are never going to be forgotten and millie will always have a very special place in your hearts

Dawn Gumbley (Friend) April 10, 2008

grandparents poem

GRANDPARENTS ARE SURVIVORS
Grandparents are a special gift
That God gives to each child
Their love outshines the brightest star…
Their love can never be defiled.

Oh, but when a child becomes an angel,
Grandparents feel the pain and sorrow.
Beyond any pain they’ve known in life…
Or will ever come to know tomorrow.

For a grandparent holds a special love
For the child their child has had.
And, to lose what they hold dear…
Leaves them heartbroken and sad.

Their legacy is their grandchildren…
So how can they learn to survive?
Will the dreams of their tomorrows
Somehow be kept alive?

Yes, a grandparent is a survivor…
And life has taught them to be.
For their wisdom, courage & love
Is carried from them…to You and me

Nan McCollum (Grandmother) April 7, 2008