Monday, May 16, 2011

It was a perfect day...

...except, they were not here. 

May 14th, 2011 
Remembering our baby girl and our little sister.


Thank you to so many who prayed for peace and sent their love our way this weekend - we found peace we felt the love and care. Thank you. It helped.

More pictures and a video to follow... I couldn't get enough photos - it was so beautiful up on Skyline drive Saturday...and Lil's sweetness takes the cake in our little video.


The Open Window

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The old house by the lindens
Stood silent in the shade,
And on the gravelled pathway
The light and shadow played.

I saw the nursery windows
Wide open to the air;
But the faces of the children,
They were no longer there.

The large Newfoundland house-dog
Was standing by the door;
He looked for his little playmates,
Who would return no more.

They walked not under the lindens,
They played not in the hall;
But shadow, and silence, and sadness
Were hanging over all.

The birds sang in the branches,
With sweet, familiar tone;
But the voices of the children
Will be heard in dreams alone!

And the boy that walked beside me,
He could not understand
Why closer in mine, ah! closer,
I pressed his warm, soft hand!


The Reaper And The Flowers

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.

Shall I have nought that is fair? saith he;
Have nought but the bearded grain?
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,
I will give them all back again.

He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,
He kissed their drooping leaves;
It was for the Lord of Paradise
He bound them in his sheaves.

My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,
The Reaper said, and smiled;
"Dear tokens of the earth are they,
Where he was once a child."

They shall all bloom in fields of light,
Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear.

And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love;
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.

O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
'Twas an angel visited the green earth,
And took the flowers away.



  1. Beautiful picture. I'm glad your day went as well as it could considering what day it was. I thought of you & of our little girls spending time together in heaven as we spent our time at the birth center remembering Charlotte.

    This is a long journey, but, for me, having the first year gone helps some. I hope you feel at peace this week, friend.

  2. Laura - The balloons are beautiful against the blue sky. I'm praying for you and I'm so thankful for the time you had this weekend. Love to all of you...

  3. Glad your day went as planned and you found the peace you needed.


  4. It's been a while since I've sat down and caught up on the blogosphere. I love the balloons, and I'm sure Gwen loved it too <3


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