Thinking of you today! / Mom Of Angel Windy Cheryl Bright
No one sees the sadness that lies behind your smile Or feels the constant emptiness that is with you all the while For your precious Naima you love and miss everyday For a daughter who couldn't be with you For a daugther God led away. They say God only takes the best I know that much is true He knew he'd found an angel..the day that he chose Naima Take this day as a chance to show how much you care And to tell you that..when heaven calls You know she will be there!
So sorry for the loss of someone so beautiful. The pain can be unbearable I know. Keep her close to your heart!
Jeanie, Mama of Angel Windy Cheryl Bright
God's Message to a Parent / Shaneise Holder (cousin) I'll lend you a child for a while, A child of mine He said For you to love the while she lives And mourn when she's dead. It may be one or two weeks Or twenty-twenty- two or three, but will you, till I call her back Take care of her for me. Now will you give her all your love, not think the labour vain Nor hate me when I come to call to take her back again. I fancied that I heard you say, Dear Lord, Thy will be done For all the joy this child will bring, the risks of grief you run. You'll shelter her with tenderness, You'll love her while you may And for the happiness you've known, for every grateful day. But should the angels call for her, much sooner than you've planned You'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.
To aunty Joan and uncle Chris
The Wall / Chris (Daddy) The following was sent to me a few months ago. I thought I'd share it as I feel I keep walking into the wall every now and then.
It hit me over xmas (2006) and for the past few weeks I just seem to keep banging my head against the wall.
It is my turn to hit the wall for a while. After reading the following you will understand more.... (sorry it is so long).
You are walking along fine with everyone else and the sun is shining and all is going ok and then you walk SLAM into a brick wall. And it hurts – really hurts. It hurts your head and your chest where your heart is and your stomach. And it shocks you as only slamming into a brick wall can. Stops you dead in your tracks.
And you stand there thinking “How did I not see that coming ? What the hell happened ? How could someone just do that to me ?” And you look around and everyone else seems to be walking round the wall. They are carrying on like nothing happened and the sun is still shining for them. They don’t even see the wall. They don’t even know its there.
And you realise you didn’t know it was there until you hit it – you didn’t even know there was a brick wall you could hit – not now, not at this stage. And slowly you pull yourself together. The pain in your stomach goes away but your heart still hurts and your mind is racing with questions about this brick wall – how, what, where, why ?? Mostly why ? Why on earth would someone make you walk into this wall – why did they have to put it in front of you and no-one else ?
And you can walk again now the pain in your stomach and maybe your legs has subsided. So you slowly make your way round the wall and to the other side. But it doesn’t look the same on the other side. It’s greyer and emptier. And you know you’ve left something behind – something very precious and you want it back.
So you turn round and there is the brick wall behind you and it seems to hit you with the same force again when you realise you can’t go back. Its blocking your path and it will always be there. You pummel your fists on it and cry and shout at it but it’s unbreakable and absolute. It won’t let you get your precious bundle back – that has to stay on the other side and you must carry on without it. You can’t go back to the path you were on before you hit the brick wall – it’s impossible.
So all you can do is go forward and walk on from it. But its hard-going and your legs don’t seem to want to walk away from it. You know when you look over your shoulder it will always be there. It may fade a bit from view but if you look closely you will always be able to see it – even in the distance. And you look around you again and see all the people who never hit the brick wall carrying on too.
You tell some of them about the brick wall and they sympathise – it must have hurt they say. You are looking well despite hitting this brick wall – you have no cuts or bruises on the outside because those heal. So you must be doing ok then now they say ? But my wounds are on the inside you feel like screaming.
How can you not know about this brick wall – why couldn’t you walk into it instead of me ? And then you feel bad – you know you wouldn’t really want anyone else to walk into that wall.
Some people are ok – maybe they have seen the wall themselves in the past or come close to it - maybe they are really good friends and family who close their eyes and do try to imagine walking into the wall. They are the ones who help you keep walking away from it. People tell you that you’ll never hit this brick wall again – it only appears once in your life. And you want to believe them even though you can’t be sure.
Up ahead it looks like maybe your path does cross back into the sunshine again – the same sunshine that everyone else is basking in. And you can just maybe make out another bundle waiting for you to pick up and carry with you for the rest of your life. And maybe if you are strong and keep moving forward then you’ll reach it one day.
But it’s not the same bundle as before – it can’t be. That one is behind the wall. The wall that’s always there if you look over your shoulder. And written on it in forever more is the message in letters a mile high, that only you can see – “My darling baby. Rest In Peace” . (Rachel Butterworth)
A Man in Grief / Chris (Daddy) It must be very difficult To be a man in grief, Since "men don't cry" and "men are strong" No tears can bring relief.
It must be very difficult To stand up to the test And field calls and visitors So she can get some rest.
They always ask if she's all right And what she's going through, But seldom take his hand and ask, "My friend, but how are you?" He hears her crying in the night And thinks his heart will break. He dries her tears and comforts her, But "stays strong" for her sake.
It must be very difficult To start each day anew And try to be so very brave-- He lost his baby too.
(Eileen Knight Hagemeister)
DON'T CRY DADDY / Chris (Daddy)
Don't cry for me daddy I'm right here Although you cannot see me I see your tears I visit you often I go to work with you each day And when it's time to close your eyes On your pillow is where I lay I hold your hand and stroke your hair And whisper in your ear If you're sad today daddy Remember I am still here God took me home This I know is true But you'll always be my daddy Even though I am not with you I am daddy's little girl We will never be apart For every time you think of me Please know I'm in your heart.
God Bless Your Family / Tania Bailey (Sister in Christ ) May every day be warm and secured with love and every night peaceful and beautiful. Sleep in heavenly peace little one and we shall wait to meet with you again-
Sorry for your loss. I hope you can find some comfort in my condolences to you! You will get stronger as each day goes by, although it is a liftime full of pain after losing a baby. You will never forget her no matter what happens, she will never forget you. She is watching over you all the time, keeping her mommy and daddy safe. I lost my 2 and 1/2 month old baby girl to SIDS on november 12. So I can imagine how you feel.
She are your tears when you cry, She is the sun shining down on you, She is your smile when your happy, It is her when another says "I love you"! She is the whisper in the wind, She are the leaves dancing that swirl, Even though you can't touch or feel her hand, She is saying "Don't cry momy and daddy, I will always be your baby girl"
Sincerely, Angela Little Owl Juniper Marie's mom
Precious Loan / Shaneise Holder (Cousin)
God blesses us each with so many things And sometimes that blessing is a child. He chooses a special angel, picked just for you And loans them to you for awhile.
From the time they arrive They hold your heart in their hands And add countless precious moments to your life And each night we bow down and ask the good Lord above To protect them and keep them from strife.
For this oh so precious gift, God doesn't ask a large fee. “Just love and care for them, and teach them of Me”. So we do what we can, We work hard and we pray And watch them blossom and grow With each passing day.
Not one of us knows how long they'll be here Or when God will call for his loan, And take that special angel, picked just for you Back to his glorious home.
But he made us a promise and I have no doubt, He will carry you through this great sorrow. Because when it's your time, she'll be first to greet you And you'll be blessed with an eternity of tomorrows.
In Loving Memory of Naima Phillips-Maund A "precious loan" from God
By Mary K. Guerrero
Chain Reaction / Romaine Lovell (cousin-in-law)
Despite not having a physical/personal relationship with Naima, I was always informed about her state. As a result of all the information gathered, i realise that Naima was surrounded by enough love to enhance inner feelings, both her own and of those with whom she shared love. Naima was one of the most beautiful babies i've ever seen, and it's extremely sad to see such ah life end without an opportunity to begin. The precious moments spent with Naima will never be forgotten, some people live and die, but then there are those special ones who engrave their footprints in our hearts for a lifetime. As i type this now i myself am feeling extremely uncomfortable to know that a sinless individual like Naima, had to withstand a penalty which she never deserved, and it had to be the most costly penalty known to man, i hearby take this opportunity to extend sympathy, condolences and my apologies to her parents & family members. I know within me, that the same way she holds a place in the hearts of all, she holds a place in heaven. I pray that God will bless you all, now and forever more. May you rest in peace Naima...
Beautiful angel xx / Georgina ~. Holly Clarke Mum
When God calls little children to dwell with Him above We mortals sometime question the wisdom of His love. For no heartache compares with, the death of one small child Who does so much to make our world, seem wonderful and mild. Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold. So He picks a rosebud before it can grow old. God knows how much we need them, and so He takes but few To make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view. Believing this is difficult, still somehow we must try. The saddest word mankind knows will always be "Goodbye" So when a little child departs, we who are left behind, Must realize God loves children "Angels are hard to find".
Im so sorry for the loss of your daughter xx
Naima Is So Beautiful / Jodie Smithyman
ur daughter Naima is a beautiful lil girl how terrible to have lost such a princess my thoughts are with u both
Ask My Mum How Is She / Joan Phillips-Maund (Mummy)
Ask My Mum How Is She
My Mum, she tells a lot of lies She never did before. From now until the day she dies. She'll tell a whole lot more.
She used to tell the truth, a lot But now it doesn't matter. I died and went to heaven, Her life is all a-shatter.
Ask my Mum how is she. She'll say, "Yes, I'm fine!" She wants to beg "Please help me. I can't find that girl of mine!"
Ask my Mum, how is she, She'll say, "I'm alright." If that's the truth then tell me, Why does she cry each night?
Ask my Mum, how is she, She seems to cope so well. She didn't have a choice, you see, Nor the strength to yell.
You think you know the feeling, But this cannot be. For even though you loved me, You didn't love as much as she.
She will smile and tell you, "It's o.k. God has a plan." But she will turn away and cry 'Cause she just can't understand.
Tell a joke and she will laugh, But she is not o.k. She wants to share the joke with me, But it will not be today.
I watch from here, in Heaven. Her distress disturbs my peace. Will someone please take care of her, And thus take care of me?
"Some day you will feel better." "Yes I will." she lies. She knows this will not happen, Until the day she dies.
"I was so lucky! I had her all for those weeks!" (They passed in a minute, I shed so many tears.)
Ask my Mum how is she, She'll say, "Thank you. Good." She cannot tell you how she feels. Oh, how I wish she could.
Ask my Mum how is she, "I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping." For God's sake, Mum, just tell the truth Just say your heart is broken.
Ask my Mum how is she, "I'm well, I'm good. And you?" I'll shake my head in Heaven. It simply isn't true.
She'll love me all her life. I loved her all of mine. But if you ask how is she, She'll lie and say she's fine.
Her carnival is over. She's stepped off the carousel. But, to save you feeling badly, She'll say, "Thanks, all is well."
My Mum, she's not gone mad, yet. But, oh so very nearly. Don't ask my Mum how is she, Ask how is she, really.
I am here in Heaven. I cannot hug from here. If she lies to you, don't listen. Hug her, hold her near.
On the day we meet again, We'll smile and I'll be bold. I'll say, "You're lucky to get in here, Mum, With all the lies you told!"
Written by Jo Burr 3 months after losing her 15yr old son, Simon
Naima/ Julie (our Angel Brian)
Hello sweet angel thinking of you and your family xxx
Sweet beautiful Naima / Sheryl Mummy2alison SANDS I have visited with you many times since I first heard about you and have been so moved by the love and pride your parents have shown. Sharing you with us on SANDS and on this beautiful web site tribute to you. It is so hard looking at your beautiful face, to believe that you are no longer here. My heart goes to your Mummy & Daddy as they continue their journey without you. Play happily with all the other angels and know how much you are truly loved and missed. Thankyou for sharing your precious daughter. I wish you gentle days and send Naima floaty kisses. She is so so beautiful it breaks my heart. Much Love Sheryl xxxx
Hi angel / Nicola Hill Mummy To Angel Ryan
Thinking of you and your family make sure you send them hugs and floaty kisses.
The little Dove / Joan (mummy to Naima)
This little Dove of Peace flies from site to site, please help it make a line around the globe by taking it to your memorial site, or give it to someone else for their site. Thank You.
Hi Sweetie / Lee Mummy To Angel Albie Hello Naima Sweetheart i just stoped by to let you and your family know I'm today have fun beyond the clouds Lots of Love Lee x x x
Morning angel xoxoxo / Killian Hardings Mommy May the day in Heaven bring lots of fun & laughter sweet girl, you are just so pretty Naima, God Bless your mommy, I know she misses you so much, Luv Keena, Killians mommy
sweet dreams pretty girl! / Killians Mommy Sleep tight precious one, God Bless your Mommy, Luv Keena, Killians mommy
.../ Leenicola SANDS I'm so very sorry for the loss of your beautiful daughter Naima. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. I to have an Angel in heaven and i hope Albie and Naima are playing beyond the clouds. My love to you and your family Lee x x x