Monday, February 15, 2010

Valentines Day, and loss of a little one

I've been gone a few days..Sorry bout that...we've had a few things going on around here.
Valentine's day was great. The girls got cute lil presents and Valentines. Hubster got an authentic chinese outfit something or other. He has wanted one for a long time so the love fairy got him one. (the beany looks wonderful with it, dontcha think?)  He spoiled me of course, pink gym bag, pink gym shoes, water bottle, roses, oh and a pink build-a-bear with silk jammies and fairy wings. Here are some pics..

There has also been a loss in the family. Our neice lost her baby boy at 23 weeks. He was born and lived about five minutes. His name is Trian Orlon and he was buried today. The family has really pulled together and supported each other. It is a hard thing, to lose a baby. He would have been the first boy since hubsters was born. *sigh*.. but little blessings come in little ways. It was a cold, rainy day, pretty fitting for a funeral, goodbyes were said, and now healing for K can begin.

                                                                                                                                                                Do not stand at my grave and weep                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle Autumn's rain.
When you wake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.


*The_Fisher_Family* said...

I am so sorry about the loss. It truly is heart-breaking to loss a child or any loved one for that matter. 23 weeks thats slightly 1/2 through the pregnancy so very sad. I know that at 25 weeks when I went into labor they said that was basically the cut off for the babies to even have a chance to live outside the womb and even at that there would be problems. Very sad poem brought tears to my eyes. I am glad your family is pulling together in a time of need.

*The_Fisher_Family* said...

Oh and forgot to mention your Valentine loot is awesome! Love all the pink! :)

Gines "Party of Five" said...

Someone gave me that poem when my dad died. I still remember it this many years later...weird huh.
Super Sad:(