That this little angel lived at all is a testament to the wonders of modern medicine.
That he lived as long as he did is a testament to the exceptional love and care he got at St. Mary's.
And, no matter how long - or briefly - we were blessed to have them, they leave their legacy with all of us.
Somewhere a journey begins at the end of the worldly existence we know,
Somewhere a path stretches over the stars, and rivers of memories flow.
Somewhere a silence is heard far away, and the brightness of day fills the night,
Where the trials of life are resolved into peace when a soul finds its way to the Light.
Somewhere a path stretches over the stars, and rivers of memories flow.
Somewhere a silence is heard far away, and the brightness of day fills the night,
Where the trials of life are resolved into peace when a soul finds its way to the Light.
2 comments:
Oh Kathy, I'm so sorry. Which child was this?
I'm sorry, too - it must be hard to endure this time and again!
Love you, Rootie!
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