Born to Heaven on February 26, 2003
And Angel JoJo,
October 14, 1975 - September 14, 2001
holiday cheer for holiday's near
i scream i miss you as i shed a tear,
though you are far and i cant reach you by car
this neverending feelin which is so bizzare
my love has grown heart to heart were you have flown
and when the sun shines down i know your by gods throne
so in your memory daddy writes this poem
for i know you love your new home
bless us with snow so i can feel yoour glow
bless us with wind so i can feel you grin
bless us with rain so i can here your name
so just for a second i can forget this pain-
the words that speak are not grand but huge
to plan for the son of man,
so take care of yourself and your new friends
for when my time comes to end we will be together once again
all my love daddy
WE LOVE AND MISS YOU DEARLY ROMELO AND JO-JO
on the right, Matthew at age 4 with Santa.
a dear friend heard my angel romelo whisper in her ear "Make this for my mom so she'll know i'm near"...Thank You Linda, Angel Tina's mommy,
you have made my year! you and maria and many more, i thank you all for the support throughout the year...
I LOVE YOU ALL! MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR....
mom and dad im glad your not sad
let me tell you about this wonderful time i had
- i've traveled the heavens and flew over the earth
- i've witness the birth of a man who shall walk the earth
- there are endless fields were kids just cartwheel
with vast oceans that twinkle when the wind squeals.
as dusk falls and the bright moon light shines upon his walls
just look at a star for im not afar
so when you see that glare
just know that i am there
and just for a moment we can be paired
together as one
my dad
my mom
your son
my brothers
my sister gosh how i miss her
my brothers like no others
headaches to each other
so merry christmas famz
mommy make sure daddy cooks that pineapple ham
and make sure this new years goes out with a bang
oh and please sing that song you always sang
love romelo
Each time we hear the sound of music,
or smile at the ringing of chimes,
we stop to think of our precious children.
And the memories of these holiday times.
We see snow falling on the ground
and the beauty that it brings.
But our children see glorious sight of Heaven.
In the Angelic Choir where they sing.
They seem to make their own special music
to help ease our burdens at this time.
Each one of them play a musical instrument
while our tears put music to their rhyme.
We hear Christmas carols year after year.
Songs that still touch us so deep.
Oh, but it is no myth there is a Silent Night ...
A endless night without any sleep.
We hear the Little Drummer Boy play his drums
somewhere in the distance far away.
And in the other ear, we shall also hear
the harp another child plays.
Oh, our children make music echo.
And our tears make the words.
Together we harmonize to the sound of music
The most beautiful sound ever heard.
So as we celebrate this Christmas Season,
shall we forever look back on time.
And remember our children make the music.
While our tears put words to rhyme.
~ Kaye Des'Ormeaux~
Copyright 2003
Dedicated to every parent who has lost a child.
at age 3. On the right is Nanny, Eddie, Matthew and Amber. They are all missing Romelo and JoJo
and wishing them a merry christmas in heaven.
(By Faye McCord, in memory of her dear son Lane,
Faye is Co-Chapter Leader / TCF, Jackson, MS)
"Twas the month before Christmas and I dreaded the days,
That I knew I was facing - the holiday craze.
The stores were all filled with holiday lights,
In hopes of drawing customers by day and by night.
As others were making their holiday plans,
My heart was breaking - I couldn't understand.
I had lost my dear child a few years before,
And I knew what my holiday had in store.
When out of nowhere, there arose such a sound,
I sprang to my feet and was looking around.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The sight that I saw took my breath away,
And my tears turned to smiles in the light of the day.
When what to my wondering eyes shoul appear,
But a cluster of butterflies fluttering near.
With beauty and grace they performed a dance,
I knew in a moment, this wasn't by chance.
The hope that they gave me was a sign from above,
That my child was still near me and that I was loved.
The message they brought was my holiday gift,
And I cried when I saw them in spite of myself.
As I knelt closer to get a better view,
One allowed me to pet it - as if it knew -
That I needed the touch of its fragile wing,
To help me get through the holiday scene.
In the days that followed, I carried the thought,
Of the message the butterflies left in my heart -
That no matter what happens or what days lie ahead,
Our children are with us - they're not really dead.
Yes, the message of the butterflies still rings in my ears,
A message of hope - a message so dear.
And I imagined they sang as they flew out of sight.
"To all bereaved parents -- We love you tonight."
On the right is Matthew at 7 months again with Grandpa.
and then Amber again on her second Christmas.
Is a spectacular sight to see,
As the Angels go around the world,
Gathering things to put on the tree.
They gather up some moonbeams,
They gather up some stars,
they even go a little farther,
To gather things from Mars.
And when the tree is ready,
You'll hear the Angels sing,
And somewhere in a distance,
You'll hear the Christmas bells ring.
Written by Judy Ryan
To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew.
Like a beacon in the night
The flame will burn bright and guide us on our way.
Oh, today I light a candle for you.
The seasons come and go, and I'm weary from the change.
I keep on moving on, you know it's not the same.
And when I'm walking all alone
Do you hear me call your name?
Do you hear me sing the songs we used to sing?
And I will light a candle for you.
To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew.
Like a beacon in the night
The flame will burn bright and guide us on our way.
Oh, today I light a candle for you.
You filled my life with wonder, touched me with surprise,
Always saw that something special deep within your eyes.
And through the good times and the bad,
We carried on with pride.
I hold onto the love and life we knew.
And I will light a candle for you.
To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew.
Like a beacon in the night
The flame will burn bright and guide us on our way.
Oh, today I light a candle for you.
The photo on the right is from Christmas 2001, Mikie's first Christmas, he is 11 months old here.
GEOFFREY P.EDWARDS
Romelo's and JoJo's ornaments at the top of this page are from Christmas Angels.
Thank you to my dear friend Joyce for so many of the wonderful tags for this page!
JoJo's Star
A friend can hear a tear drop. 
and Joseph William "JoJo" Heath
 
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