Its hard to believe it has been six months since we had to let you go...

It is hard to believe that you would have been six months tomorrow baby girl! Mommy & daddy miss you oh so much & there is not a minute that goes by that we don't think of you...wishing we could hold you once again. We know in our hearts that we will see you again, but for now sweetheart just know that we love you!!!




~Sofia Elise Jorgenson~
We thought of you with love today,
but that is nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday,
and days before that too.

We think of you in silence,
we often speak your name;
All we have now are memories,
and your picture in a frame.

Your memory is our keepsake,
with which we will never part;
God has you in his keep,
we have you in our heart.

It broke our heart to lose you.
But you didn't go alone,
For a part of us went with you...
the day God took you home.
~Author Unknown~




Can you, could you,
know my pain?
Have you felt
the endless rain...

That broke your heart
in a million pieces;
hoped and prayed
it's beating ceases?

Do you, did you
see my baby?
She could not live,
no "perhaps" or "maybe"...

See her breath
grow slow, then cease.
Now she has
eternal peace.

Will you, have you
seen them take her?
I try one last time
to wake her...

Kiss her, hug her,
trace her ears.
Her life was hours
instead of years.

I pray you can't,
you couldn't, you didn't.
May you never
have to live it...

Take your children,
hold them near.
Never forget
what you read here.

Yesterday.....a memory
Tomorrow......a maybe
~Tamara Barker~

These are my footprints,

so perfect and so small.
These tiny footprints,
never touched the ground at all.

Not one tiny footprint,
for now I have my wings.
These tiny footprints were meant
for other things.

You will hear my tiny footprints,
in the patter of the rain.
Gentle drops like angel’s tears,
of joy and not from pain.

You will see my tiny footprints,
in each butterflies’ lazy dance.
I’ll let you know I’m with you,
if you just give me a chance.

You will see my tiny footprints,
in the rustle of the leaves.
I will whisper names into the wind,
and call each one that grieves.

Most of all, these tiny footprints,
are found on mommy’s heart.
‘Cause even though I’m gone now,
we’ll NEVER truly part
~Tamara Barker~