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Baby Brother  

Soon I will have a brother
although a world apart,
I will be watching from heaven
always close to him in heart.

I’m going to be a big sister
now I got a job to do,
I will watch over you Wyatt
trying to keep all harm from you.

My mom and dad are worried
each day they hope and pray,
We listen to them from heaven
and I send my love their way.

Dr. Kate tries to keep my mom from worrying
guding her with care,
Holding her hand when needed
knowing life can seem unfair.
She goes beyond her duties
always putting mommy’s feelings first,
comforting & helping her not to think the worst.

Mickey and Mason talk about me often
their love so deep and true,
I want them to know I love them
and I am happy they'll have you.

My grandparents still hurt so deeply
I know they're trying to be strong,
They pray to god for Wyatt
knowing it won’t be long.

I will be waiting here with Jesus
there is no better place to be,
I play with the baby angels
and Jesus takes good care of me.
He tells me of his story
rocks me and holds me tight,
God watches over me
never letting me out of his sight.

You see here in heaven
its a wonderful place to be,
So wipe your tears and remember
your never far from me.

Wyatt you’re a special blessing
our family is waiting for you,
Tell them that I love them
will always be there too!

All my love....

Elle Mae Lindenfeler









Christmas in Heaven  

Christmas in Heaven


I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below
with tiny lights like Heaven’s stars reflecting on the snow.


The sight is so spectacular please wipe away that tear
for I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.


I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear
but the sound of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here.


I have no words to tell you of the Joy their voices bring
for it is beyond description to hear the Angels sing.


I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart
for I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.


I can't tell you of the splendor or the peace here in this place
Can you just imagine Christmas with our savior face to face


I'll ask him to lift your spirit as I tell him of your love
so then pray for one another as you lift your eyes above.


Please let your hearts be joyful and let your spirit sing
for I am spending Christmas in Heaven and I’m walking with the King.

~ by Wanda Bencke
© Copyright 1999


A pair of shoes  

A Pair of Shoes---

I am wearing a pair of shoes
They are ugly shoes
Uncomfortable shoes
I hate my shoes
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step
Yet I continue to wear them
I get funny looks wearing these shoes, they are looks of sympathy, and I can feel and tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs.
They never talk about my shoes
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable
To truly understand these shoes, you must walk in them
But, once you put them on, you can never take them off
I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes
There are many pairs in this world
Some people are like me and ache daily as they try to walk in them.
Some have learned to walk in them, that they don't ache as much
Some have worn these shoes so long that days will go before they think about how much they hurt
No person deserves to wear these shoes
Yet, because of these shoes some day I may become stronger .
These shoes have continually given me strength to face the next day
They have made me who I am now


I will forever walk in these shoes of a someone who has lost a a child.....

May you never wear these shoes.
Anonymous


I wish!  

I wish ...........
You were riding in the combine with papa Nick
You were wearing your yellow pig boots
You were waking your mommy up for late night feeding
You were sleeping in your cradle
You needed a diaper change
You were going to the doctor for your routine checkup
You were spitting up on daddy
You were lying in my arms in your pink blanket
You were giving Aunt Macayla your special smile
You were being spoiled
You smelled like Johnson’s Baby lotion
You were demanding attention by crying
You were lying in bed with mommy taking a nap
You were waiting for daddy to come home from work
You were spending the day with your godparents Josh & Mickey
You were visiting your great grandparents
You were not gone
I wish you were here!


Always a Grandma  





I’m Going To Be A Grandma!
“I’m going to be a Grandma!” I tell everyone I see.
It is kind of funny how they stop and looked at me,
It doesn’t even matter, if they can’t help but stare,
I tell them with the hope that they might actually care.
They just don’t understand, how important this will be,
“I’m going to be a grandma!” how fortunate for me.

And when our Elle came there were broken hearts and tears,
I knew the pain would not end throughout the coming years.
God promises us eternal life although it’s hard to see,
and for that reason we let her go and set our Elle free.
We will miss her forever and wish that she was here
but we will keep her in hearts so she is always near.

God please hold her tight and love her like we would,
tell her that we miss her and would have kept her if we could.
You see that we loved her right from the very start
we will always have an Elle embedded in our heart.

And now I am a Grandma no one can take that from me.
God blessed us with Elle,
Grandma…I’ll always be!


What now is our normal...  
Normal is having tears waiting behind every smile when you realize someone important is missing from all the important events in your family's life. 

Normal
for me is trying to decide what to take to the cemetery for Birthdays Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Years, Valentine's Day, July 4th and Easter. 

Normal
is feeling like you know how to act and are more comfortable with a funeral than a wedding or birthday party...yet feeling a stab of pain in your heart when you smell the flowers and see the casket. 

Normal is not sleeping very well because a thousand what if's & why didn't I's go through your head constantly. 

Normal
is reliving that day continuously through your eyes and mind, holding your head to make it go away. 

Normal
is having the TV on the minute I walk into the house to have noise, because the silence is deafening. 

Normal
is staring at every baby who looks like she is Elle's age.  And then thinking of the age she would be now and then wondering why it is even important to imagine it, because it will never happen. 

Normal
is every happy event in my life always being backed up with sadness lurking close behind, because of the hole in my heart. 

Normal
is telling the story of Elle's death as if it were an everyday, commonplace activity, and then seeing the horror in someone's eyes at how awful it sounds. And yet realizing it has become a part of my "normal". 

Normal
is having some people afraid to mention Elle. 

Normal
is making sure that others remember her. 

Normal
is after the funeral is over everyone else goes on with their lives, but we continue to grieve our loss forever. 

Normal is realizing I do cry everyday.

Normal is sitting at the computer crying, sharing how you feel with chat buddies who have also lost a child. 

Normal is feeling a common bond with friends on the computer in England, Australia, Canada, the Netherlands and all over the USA, but yet never having met any of them face to face. 

Normal is avoiding McDonald's and Burger King playgrounds because of small, happy children that break your heart when you see them. 

Normal is asking God why he took your Elle's life instead of yours 

Normal is knowing I will never get over this loss, in a day or a million years. 

And last of all, Normal is hiding all the things that have become "normal" for you to feel, so that everyone around you will think that you are "normal". 

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Elle's daddy  
It must be very difficult
to stand up to the test
and take the 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 takes his hand and asks
“My friend but how are you?”

He hears her crying in the night
and thinks his heart will brake,
he dries her tears and comforts her
but stays strong for her sake.

It must be very difficult to start a day anew
and try to be so very brave
he lost his baby too.

Anonymous

Elle's mom  
What Makes A Mother 

I thought of you and closed my eyes
And prayed to God today
I asked "What makes a Mother?"
And I know I heard Him say.

"A Mother has a baby"
This we know is true
"But God can you be a Mother,
When your baby's not with you?"

"Yes, you can, " He replied
With confidence in His voice
"I give many women babies,
When they leave is not their choice.

Some I send for a lifetime,
And others for the day.
And some I send to feel your womb,
But there's no need to stay."

"I just don't understand this God
I want my baby to be here."
He took a deep breath,
And then I saw the tear.

"I wish I could show you,
What your child is doing today.
If you could see your child's smile,
With all the other children and say...

'We go to Earth to learn our lessons,
Of love and life and fear.
My Mommy loved me oh so much,
I got to come straight here.

I feel so lucky to have a Mom,
Who had so much love for me.
I learned my lessons very quickly,
My Mommy set me free.

I miss my Mommy oh so much,
But I visit her every day.
When she goes to sleep,
On her pillow's where I lay

I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek,
And whisper in her ear.
Mommy don't be sad today,
I'm your baby and I'm here.'

"So you see my dear sweet ones,
your children are okay.
Your babies are born here in My home,
And this is where they'll stay.

They'll wait for you with Me,
Until your lesson's through.
And on the day that you come home
they'll be at the gates for you.

So now you see what makes a Mother,
It's the feeling in your heart
it's the love you had so much of
Right from the very start

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