Saturday, April 21, 2012

A Little Angel called home 3 years ago yesterday....

A Little Angel watching over all of us.....

It is amazing  how slowly but quickly the last 3 years have went.  Many tears have been shed and also in return the smiles have found there way back into our lives.  Remembering the moments we had with KK, a special and loving child who was called back to God at the young age of 5.
They brought KK cute suckers to celebrate her life yesterday.
The visits to her grave has gotten a little easier with the smiles now out numbering the sobs.  We always talk about the life lasting memories....she loved the colors pink and purple....she LOVED candy any time of the day or night....she loved to scare her Pre-school teacher with rubber snakes (I am laughing and smiling, remembering those times)...Here last birthday party her on earth at McDonalds.

"I'll lend you for a little time
A child of Mine." He said. "For you to love the while she lives And mourn for when she's dead. It may be six or seven year Or twenty-two or three But will you, till I call her back Take care of her for Me?
She'll bring her charms to gladden you
And should her stay be brief, You'll have her lovely memories As solace for your grief.

I cannot promise she will stay Since all from Earth return, But there are lessons taught down there I want the child to learn. I've looked this wide world over In my search for teacher's true, And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you; Now will you give her all your love, Nor think the labour vain Nor hate Me when I come to call And take her back again?
 
I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, They will be done, For all the joy Thy child shall bring, For the risk of grief we'll run. We'll shelter her with tenderness, We'll love her while we may, And for the happiness we've known, Forever grateful stay. But should the angels call for her Much sooner than we planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes And try to understand."
NEVER FORGOTTEN

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