This from your Mom, Dad and Brothers/Sisters.

Children who die are not really gone,
But go to a place that is something like home,
Where they sleep the deep sleep, as quiet as stone,
Until we can join them when our lives are done.

Children who die are not really dead,
But just like good children tucked into bed,
Wait the long wait while we go ahead
Till our tales are all told and our tears are all shed.

Children who die feel no pleasure or pain
In the place where they wait till they see us again,
And all of us dance in a world washed with rain
Where the sun shines so brightly no sorrows remain.

                               Christmas Angels 

Reach for an angel high on a star;
She sends you Christmas wherever you are,
Bringing you laughter and faith so supreme,
Touching your heart with a beautiful dream.

Peace and goodwill in each loving home,
Beauty and magic so surely your own. 
Sweet Christmas angels - moments of love,
Part of the wonder God sends from above.

All through the night

Sleep my child and peace attend thee,
All through the night.
Guardian angels God will send thee,
All through the night.
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping,
I my loving vigil keeping,
All through the night.

While the moon her watch is keeping
All through the night.
While the weary world is sleeping
All through the night.
O'er the spirit gently stealing,
Visions of delight revealing,
Breathes a pure and holy feeling,
All through the night.

Have A Beautiful Night Floating

on the Clouds above....

I send you lots of Hugs & Kisses

and all my LOVE!!

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A candle was burning brightly in the Mitchell house hold for Byron

and his little Angel friends, on October 15th.

 I sure bet the view from heaven was spectacular as they all

watched the eternal wave of light travel around the world

in Loving memory of our tiniest Angels on

  Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance day.

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