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A wife who loses a husband is called a widow.
A husband who loses a wife is called a widower.
A child who loses his parents is called an orphan.
Yet there is no word for a parent who loses a child.

That's how awful the loss is.

Author unknown

 

Last moments

It's amazing
that the rest of the world
just keeps going on.

How can that be
when our very life
has been so changed
in only a moment?

by Dorothy Ferguson,
from her book "Little footprints"

 

Little footprints

How very softly
you tiptoed into my world.

Almost silently,
only a moment you stayed.

But what an imprint
your footprints have left
upon my heart.

by Dorothy Ferguson,
from her book "Little footprints"

 

The brown star story

Not long ago, astronauts found in the heavens gaseous celestial bodies-clouds of cosmic dust-which they think have finally answered the mystery of what exists between the small things in the universe, like planets, and the bigger things, like the sun.

They call the cosmic dust "brown dwarfs" or "prestars," because although brown dwarfs have all the same elements to become a star, for some reason they never did.

All stars go to live full lives, from their hot, bright white dwarf stage to their aged, cooler and dimmer, red giant stage. But "brown stars" only go so far. Instead of being born to live a normal star's life, they remain cool and dim, hiding in the heavens, sprinkled in clusters among the other stars, one hundred
fifty years from earth.

But like our babies, their role in the universe are very important. In fact, sciencetists believe they serve as a link between the small things and the big things, holding the universe together; a mid point between the beginning and
ending of our universal story.

As we grieve our babies who died before reaching the stardom of their earthly lives, perhaps we can find comfort in the possibility that they are designated
for this very special, universal role.

Energized by our love, they are the guardians of our memories of what was and our dreams of what someday may be.

As we look to the heavens, seeking answers, we send messages of our love to our "brown star" babies.

Kim Steffgan

 

The letter

Dear Friend,

How are you? I just had to send a note to tell you how much I care about you.

I saw you yesterday as you were talking with your friends. I waited all day hoping you would talk to me too. I gave you a sunset to close your day and a cool breeze to rest you-and i waited. You never came. It hurt me-but I still love you because I am your friend.

I saw you sleeping last night and longed to touch your brow so I spilled moonlight upon your face. Again I waited, wanting to rush down so we could talk. I have so many gifts for you! You awoke and rushed off to work, My tears were in the rain.

If you would only listen to Me! I love you! I try to tell you in the blue skies and the quiet green grass. I whisper it in the leaves on the trees and breathe it in the colors of flowers, shout it to you in mountain streams, give the birds love songs to sing. I clothe you with warm sunshine and perfume the air with nature scents. My love for you is deeper than the ocean, and bigger than the biggest need in your heart!

Ask Me! Talk to Me! Please don't forget Me. I have so much to share with you!

I won't hassle you any further. It is YOUR decision. I have chosen you and I will wait...

I Love You. Your Friend- JESUS

 

The more materialistic science becomes, the more angels shall I paint: their wings are my protest in favor of the immortality of the soul.

Edward Coley Burne-Jones
Artist . (1833-1889)

 

This is not the end
This is not even
the beginning of the end.
But maybe the end
of the beginning.

Winston S. Churchill

 

"Those we love are with the Lord, and the Lord has promised to be with us. If they are with Him, and He is with us, they cannot be far away."

Peter Marshall

 

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