A sweet angel, born too early and in innocence she returned to God. Her Mom and Dad cherish the memory of their all too brief time they had together as she struggled to survive in an era when premature births were difficult to survive. There are no photos, only memories. Her Dad can still see and feel her tiny little hand grasping his finger as she lay in her crib in the intensive care unit. She was our second child of four, and our first of two daughters.
God bless you, our Little Angel. We will miss you always.
God bless you, our Little Angel. We will miss you always.
A sweet angel, born too early and in innocence she returned to God. Her Mom and Dad cherish the memory of their all too brief time they had together as she struggled to survive in an era when premature births were difficult to survive. There are no photos, only memories. Her Dad can still see and feel her tiny little hand grasping his finger as she lay in her crib in the intensive care unit. She was our second child of four, and our first of two daughters.
God bless you, our Little Angel. We will miss you always.
God bless you, our Little Angel. We will miss you always.
