Raindrops

Looking at the raindrops

Out of the window I see

Oh what is about to happen

Why does it need to be me.

I need to prepare

For the birth of my gorgeous son

A precious little boy

I won’t see turn one

I hold you in my arms

And think of the shattered dreams

A life time of memories gone

oh what you could have been.

I hold those precious moments

Close to my aching heart

I am still looking at the raindrops

Waiting for the healing to start.

They tell me it will take time

To deal with such a loss

No time will erase these emotions

This stone will gather moss.

As time has stood still

And out of the window

I see The raindrops are still falling

Or are they the teardrops within me.

Rita

Eulogy written for Michael. Read by Vince

Initially I would like to thank you all for coming today . The support and love that Rita and I have received during this very difficult time has been very overwhelming and I cannot thank you enough .

To get up here and talk of my son ..a son I only met for a few brief moments before he died in my wifes arms is not something I expected to have to do ever . but here I am and as proud as ever as even though I only met him for a few moments , I saw within him a special boy .

Finding out my wife was pregnant with our third child was very big surprise. And whilst he was not planned he was very much a welcomed addition to our family. We Immediately started planning for our new child and began rearranging the house and getting organized for the day he would arrive . We were very excited for his arrival and his brothers daily kissed mummies tummy and talked about what there new brother or sister would be like . We recently found out that Michael was gravely ill and would not make it and the day my wife delivered him was one of the most bitter sweet moments in our lives.

Sweet cause we got to meet this precious little boy even for a few short moments and bitter because letting him goes was the hardest thing we ever had to do. A little boy only 23cm in length and weighing 295grams , Michael was small indeed . But he had a look about him that was wise . Looking very much like his brothers , he was beautiful and at peace. And even though he was only 21 weeks , in those few moments my wife and I formed a bond that will last forever . We now take comfort in knowing that as a physical being he may not be here but as a soul with god he will live forever.

We carry him on our hearts every day and bury him today with great sadness but knowing that he never had to suffer one moment in his life . He is in a better place now …were he will know no suffering and no pain and will forever feel the deep love his parents and brothers have for him.

To mummy like love Michael

A day prior to Michaels Birth I was a sleep on the couch Resting up for what was about to happen . I woke and felt compelled to write and without thinking this is what I wrote:

Don’t Cry for me Mummy

Don’t cry for me please

Cause on this earth as a physical being

I was not meant to be.

Our journey together was so short

And for you so bitter sweet

Don’t cry for me

As I am were I need to be .

A soul whos journey with you was short

Your were the chosen one

The one I knew would be strong

So Don’t cry for me mummy

I will be just fine

In my heart I will carry your love

Till the end of time

Love Michael

Michael

20 weeks ago mummy got the news

That you would come into my life

So precious and so new

I dreamed for your future

What you would become

That day you would be born

A precious beautiful son

Yet on one sad day mummy again got the news

That you would not survive

You were having complications

and was fighting for your life

So the day has come were we would meet

If only for a time so brief

I will cherish those moment

for years to come

Of you my child my precious son

A Precious little soul that has come into me

chosen me for his journey

and now I must set you free

Back to god your will fly

So perfect and free

And Know your mummy will love you

From now till eternity

Rita

An Angel Never dies

An Angel Never Dies - Anonymous

Don’t let them say I wasn’t born, that something stopped my heart, I felt each tender squeeze you gave, I loved you from the start. Although my body you can’t hold, it doesn’t mean I’m gone, This world was worthy not of me, God chose that I move on, I know the pain that drowns your soul, what you are forced to face, You have my word, I’ll fill your arms, someday we will embrace. You’ll hear that it was “meant to be, God doesn’t make mistakes” But that won’t soften your worst blow or make your heart not ache. I’m watching over all you do, another child you’ll bear, Believe me when I say to you, that I am always there. There will come a time, I promise you, when you will hold my hand, Stroke my face and kiss my lips and then you’ll understand. Although I never breathed your air, or gazed into your eyes, That doesn’t mean I never “was”…An Angel Never Dies.