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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
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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
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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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