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In Memory of Franklin Andrew Rumsey
October 28, 1998
3 lbs 6 oz
15 1/4" long
In our lives 7 hours,
In our hearts forever!
We love you
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This page is dedicated to all parents who have lost a baby, whether to miscarraige, stillbirth, or neonatal death.
Our hope is to encourage others to reach out to these hurting parents during the grieving process following the loss. It doesn't matter if the grieving period is a month or a year, the pain is very real!
May God bless each and every one!
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Remembering.....
Go ahead and mention my child
The one that died, you know.
Don't worry about hurting me further.
The depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry.
I'm already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing
The tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
Pretending he didn't exist.
I'd rather you mention my child
Knowing that he has been missed.
You asked me how I was doing
I say "pretty good" or "Fine."
But healing is something ongoing
I feel it will take a lifetime.
By: Elizabeth Dent
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I'm An Angel Now
One night I cried to Jesus, as I sat beneath the tree.
I looked into the open sky, and hoped He'd answer me.
I'm lost, dear Lord, I've traveled far,
But still I seem to roam.
Please light the way and lead me, Lord, I need to get back home.
I told Him of my burdens, and of the sadness in my heart,
That from His gracious love, I'd never felt so far apart.
Why did you take my child, Lord?
I cannot understand!
No longer can I touch his face, or hold his tiny hand.
I'm angry Lord, I'm missing him.
I'm drowning in my sorrow.
Please help to heal my yesterday, and face each new tomorrow.
It was then I heard his gentle voice, and felt his presence near.
How I wanted so to hold him, as I cried another tear.
He said, "Mommy, I'm an angel now, my spirit will be free.
I'm an angel now in Heaven, so please don't cry for me.
I was chosen by our Lord above, and now I'm in His care.
When you need me, look inside your heart,
I promise to be there.
No one can ever take away, our bond with one another.
For I'll always be your precious child, as you will be my mother.
So, if you cannot find your way, or the road to home seems far,
Just look up to the Heavens, and I'll be your guiding star."
He said, "Mommy, I'm an angel now, my spirit will be free.
I'm an angel now in Heaven, no need to cry for me."
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A Rosebud
When God calls little children to dwell with Him above,
We mortals always question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache can compare with the death of one small child,
Who does so much to make the world seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires....always calling the aged to His fold,
And so He picks a rosebud before it can grow.
God knows how much we need them, and so He picks but a few;
To make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult, yet somehow we must try,
For the saddest word that mankind knows will always be good-bye.
And so when little ones depart; we who are left behind,
Must realize how much God loves children...
For angels are hard to find.
Author Unknown
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Franklin Andrew Rumsey
October 28, 1998
Our dearest Franklin Andrew
God gave you to us for a few short hours
Then He called you home.
Our lives have been changed,
never to be the same,
We don't know why God had to choose you
over all the others that were born that day.
Our hearts ache with pain,
just thinking of the things you will never do:
You'll never play soldier by walking in David's Army boots.
You'll never "play soccer" while wearing Benjamin's oversized cleats.
You'll never try to be as big as Aaron by wearing his work boots.
You'll never tease Eliana by taking the clothes off her dolls!
You'll never have Christine's loving hand to guide you.
You'll never be able to climb on daddy,
vying for a spot on his lap,
or have him teach you to play soccer.
You'll never be able to nurse from mommy
or let her kiss a bruise away.
But you will be in the presence of God himself,
watching over us here on earth.
You'll see our hearts aching
You'll know how much you're missed.
You will never be forgotten
But we know,
Some day,
We will be with you once again!
We thank God for your short life
Which has eternally changed ours!
Love forever,
Mommy
10/30/98
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Footprints
How very softly
you tiptoed into my world.
Almost silently,
only a moment you stayed.
But what an imprint
your footsteps have left
upon my heart.
Dorothy Ferguson
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Page updated June 4, 2002
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