Precious Angel...Good night.

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Wow it has been a long time since I have actually started a discussion. I feel like I have neglected many of you my wonderful loving friends. I have and do miss each and every one of you. This is an update to a couple of discussions I started; one was a rant about being told I was going to be a grand mother again. The second one some of you might remember that I told you that my daughter in law and son had miscarried a twin 4 months ago. The surviving twin was a viable fetus and was expected to thrive and make it to full term. On September 9th at 1:15 AM, Skie Renee was born at 22 weeks, she weighed 1 lb 8 ozs and was beautiful and perfect in every way. She died at 2:20 AM on September 9th in her mothers arms. It seems her mommy’s body just didn’t heal fast enough, after the loss of her twin to sustain her life. Her hair was so white, that it would have been spun gold, had it been allowed to grow. I leave you all a picture of our Angel… She is hard to look at, but know this She was so wonderfully perfect that to look at her was looking into the face of heaven. There is no bond greater than the bond between parent and child. Never should a parent stand at the grave side of a child, nor grand parents that of a grand child. My precious Skie Renee, you left us so fast that I did not get to touch you, but in your short life you have forever changed the way I see the sky above. If I walk among the trees I will hear your soft voice, I will feel your warm touch from the Sun. Through rain swept clouds, I will see your face; in honeycombs I will treasure your taste. In fragrant scent your blossom blooms, and you’re bright eyes will shimmer from the stars. You rest precious Angel, we will miss you every day, but that much you already know and in the rain the sunshine the sleet or snow, Nana will see you and love you there. To my children, your grieving parents Skie, I want to say this, There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, My Children, Never mind silent fields - Here is a little forest, Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum: There is another Sky, She waits for you there.