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07-14-2007, 12:32 AM
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| Just Me  Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: a better place
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| to my angel
Baby angel, It's been a year...I miss you so but I know you are in a place filled with peace and light. You let me know you did things in your own time and in your own way from the day you were born. You chose to arrive late and labor stopped and started all night and another day until finally when your mom just couldn’t keep her eyes open a moment longer, you gave in…precious babe. I do believe your very first sentence was “I can do it my OWN self” You could barely walk but you wanted to do everything the big people in your life did…Big sister could read so at three you sat yourself down with Doctor Seuss and figured it out. Nursery school reports said you were either rough housing with the boys or off in a corner reading a book. You grew from a 3 year old too shy to stand up to receive your certificate at year’s end to a 4 year old who volunteered for a solo at pre-school graduation. Your sense of humor started so young too. I will never forget when you locked yourself in the bathroom at age two We were petrified, afraid you would drown, begging you to stay away from the faucets as we scrambled to get the door off its frame…In your sing song toddler voice, you heard our panic and decided to tease us… “I’m gonna take a bath mommy and daddy…I’m turning on the water now…I’m taking a bath…” Your whole short life was filled with your laughter…your wit…your stubborn determination and frustration when things you did weren’t absolutely perfect…The “B” you got in gym in 7th grade angered you so much you punched the school lavatory door…All 4 foot 10 of you, little spit fire, you pulled it right off the hinge. How many times did I hear you throw the Nintendo controller because you couldn’t get to the next level? But time and time again, you picked it back up and tried again…Your anger came in short bursts…amazing from such a tiny one, then gone and you would move on, loving and gentle…Amazing too how your full grown almost 5 foot frame could get a 1200 pound horse to do whatever you wanted…My heart was filled with fear and pride as I’d watch you race through those courses, jumping those amazing jumps…trying for the fastest speed and no faults. Red misses you, my dearest, but Lauren and Ryan love him so and are so proud that they have been asked to adopt him. Red has helped Ryan work through his anger at the tragedy brought on by this horrible disease. Kristen, I hope you know all the people you have touched. So many visit your resting place leaving notes, trinkets and special treasures as well as their tears for you are sorely missed. Everyone finds peace there…on the hill overlooking the broodmares and their babes…so peaceful and a wonderful tribute to you. Your teachers gave a scholarship in your memory…your counselors speak of their love for you still. I learn more each day about how even as you struggled so hard to chase this demon, you counseled other youngsters in town don’t start…don’t take the chance that what happened to me can happen to you. That message lives, sweet one and I do believe you have made a difference…thank you for the love and caring you gave so freely. I will never be the same person I was having lost you. A piece of me will always be missing, but I have grown too. You give me strength…I feel it just as I see you still in the single butterfly who dances around me each time there is some special moment…a joy I experience for the first time, or a more difficult day where sadness pulls me. I love you Kristen, I always will. I know you still fly with me, my precious butterfly, and your spirit lives on. You will live in my heart forever and the lives you touched will always feel your gentle presence. The Cord We are connected, My child and I, by An invisible cord Not seen by the eye. It's not like the cord That connects us 'til birth This cord can't been seen By any on Earth. This cord does it's work Right from the start. It binds us together Attached to my heart. I know that it's there Though no one can see The invisible cord From my child to me. The strength of this cord Is hard to describe. It can't be destroyed It can't be denied. It's stronger than any cord Man could create It withstands the test Can hold any weight. And though you are gone, Though you're not here with me, The cord is still there But no one can see. It pulls at my heart I am bruised...I am sore, But this cord is my lifeline As never before. I am thankful that God Connects us this way A mother and child Death can't take it away! Author Unknown Kristen Elise May 13, 1986 - July 14, 2006 
__________________ Sometimes your only available transportation is a leap of faith - Margaret Shepherd  Last edited by greeteachday; 07-14-2007 at 12:56 AM. |
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07-14-2007, 01:22 AM
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| get it, give it, grow in it  Join Date: May 2007 Location: Calif coast
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Kristen Elise- Rest in peace. I can tell you are beautiful and that while your light was quick to extinguish, it was bright
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07-14-2007, 10:50 AM
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| Member  Join Date: Aug 2001 Location: Faith~Hope~Love
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(((Anne Marie))) Thank you for sharing a bit of your Kristen today. I feel close to her as I do to you and I know these cherished memories will live on in the hearts of all who knew and loved her. May you find peace today and know that you are never alone. My heart to yours  much love ~ deedee ~ To Where You Are - by Josh Groban ~ Who can say for certain Maybe you're still here I feel you all around me Your memory so clear Deep in the stillness I can hear you speak You're still an inspiration Can it be ... That you are my forever love And you are watching over me from up above Fly me up to where you are Beyond the distant star I wish upon tonight To see you smile If only for awhile to know you're there A breath away's not far To where you are Are you gently sleeping Here inside my dream And isn't faith believing All power can't be seen As my heart holds you Just one beat away I cherish all you gave me everyday 'Cause you are my forever love Watching me from up above And I believe That angels breathe And that love will live on and never leave Fly me up To where you are Beyond the distant star I wish upon tonight To see you smile If only for awhile To know you're there A breath away's not far To where you are I know you're there A breath away's not far To where you are ... 
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07-14-2007, 11:20 PM
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(((((((((Greet))))))))) ((((((((((((Kristen))))))))))
__________________ Faith... When you come to the end of all the light you know and you are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen: there will be something solid to stand on or you will be taught how to fly. |
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07-15-2007, 01:26 AM
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She is beautiful. I'm so sorry for your loss. Have you ever checked out www.silentgrief.com ?
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07-15-2007, 01:28 AM
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Thank you for being here with us Anne Marie. You and Kristen are both beautiful. You are both always in my thoughts and prayers. 
__________________   “Come to the edge.” “We can't. We're afraid.” “Come to the edge.” “We can't. We will fall!” “Come to the edge.” And they came. And he pushed them. And they flew. Guillaume Apollinaire, 1880-1918 |
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07-15-2007, 09:59 AM
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| Administrator  Join Date: Aug 2003 Location: Dancing in the Light
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This is a beautiful tribute to your daughter. Prayers for you both.
__________________  And I dont know what the future is holding in store I dont know where Im going, Im not sure where I've been There's a spirit that guides me, a light that shines for me My life is worth the living, I dont need to see the end. John Denver |
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07-16-2007, 03:08 AM
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| debbleslosthermarbles  Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: ChicagoBurbs
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Greet, One year, what more can I say, I feel your pain, and through our connection with them, it does'nt take our pain away, but helps us to make it through another day. Your tribute, you, and Kristen are beautiful!!!!!!! And thanks for making me cry I needed that, truly I did. The bond we share on here through our loss helps me try to keep moving so I don't fall.
__________________  DO WHAT YOU CAN AND THEN PRAY THAT GOD WILL GIVE YOU THE POWER TO DO WHAT YOU CANNOT ***St. Augustine*** SOY, PALOMA BLANCA DEBBBIE  |
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