A Letter To Jenny

Autumn Angel

A Letter To Jenny

Mommy still has your pictures
that were taken on that day
She never lets us see them
she keeps them locked away

She said you were so beautiful
so precious and so small
You looked just like an angel
or a delicate baby doll

I remember how excited
we were to have you here
Then Daddy had to tell us
with a sigh and with a tear

"Jenny was just too precious
and she won't be coming home
She went back up to heaven
in the clouds is where she'll roam

The Lord he greatly missed her
so to him she had to go
And for all things there is a reason
although we'll miss her so"

I think that was the first time
our Daddy I did see cry
The day he had to tell us
our little sister you did die

I remember how very sad I felt
on that dark and cloudy day
For I had many plans for you little sister
with to run and jump and play

Many times I sit and wonder
how you would look today
Watching you my little sister
in your own and special way

I see how much Mommy misses you
and now Daddy he has gone
This is your turn to know him Jenny
to hold his hand and sing him a song

Please take care of our dear Daddy
and tell him I miss him so
I guess the Lord did need him
so we had to let him go

I know you met him at the gate
and took him by the hand
You showed him all around heaven
and introduced him to the Man

So to my little sister Jenny
to my angel in the sky
I send my love to you and Daddy
a love that will never die

And one day when my life is over
and I am called back home
We'll play there up in heaven
in the clouds is where we'll roam

In Loving Memory
Jennifer Lynn Méricier
January 7,1989

Please click above to visit Jenny's Memorial Quilt of Love

This heart will take you to Daddy's memorial page

HEAVEN
I search for you, my life, my joy,
Taken from me
So suddenly.
Your body still, beyond endurance.
Where will I find you, spirit free?
In a distant place,
Or close to me?
What kingdom do you roam?
I could not bear your soul restrained
‘Neath the bark
Of an ancient pine,
Forever chained—to a dying world.
Nor even in the frame of a butterfly,
Gossamer wings
In flight unfurled.
Only HEAVEN could hold all of you.

by Lili Kehler

Follow the little heart to a page to help you through your grief

This little heart will take you to a site dealing with many kinds of grief

We all know how devastating the loss of a child is to the parents. I am here to also say it is almost as tragic a loss to the siblings. The time draws near for the new brother or sister to come home from the hospital with mommy and we make or own little plans for future fun and grand times with the "new" baby and then daddy comes home and has the heartbreaking task of telling the children their new baby has died. I have searched a number of sites dealing with the grief of losing a child and the link provided above not only deals with a parents grief it also takes on the grief and mourning
period we as the siblings also encounter.
I remember so many feelings I had at that time and some were feelings of guilt. I actually thought that if maybe I was a better little girl or kept my room clean and neat all the time then maybe just maybe my little sister would have lived. I know now no matter how good I was or how clean my room stayed it could and would not have kept my baby sister from dying. This link deals with all of these issues and I feel it can be a comfort and help to families in need.

Please visit the site: Death and Dying...Where Life Surrounds Death...Loss of Child/Children
By clicking on the little heart above will take you there. If you are grieving there is something here to comfort you. From the site map there are many options to look at.

Please go here and pay your respects to all the little souls in heaven

This wonderful graphic was made epically for Jenny.
Please click to see Jenny's Bunny page.
Please click on memorial garden #1 and then on letter M.
Jenny is listed as "Méricier" in the memorial section for Jenny's page

If beauty was a flower,
and I saw a field of those,
They would all be dandelions,
and you would be a rose.
And people would come from miles around
your loveliness to see,
And they could pick the dandelions,
but the rose belongs to me!

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All the races and tribes in the world are like the different colored flowers of one meadow.
~~All Are Beautiful~~
As children of the creator they must be respected.

Thank you Ice Dream for this beautiful gift

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