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This site is in memory of a life that never was. Ed's life was interrupted before his first breath by a chrosomal disorder called Trisomy 13.
Hopi Indian Poem:
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quite birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there.
I did not die.
Dear Ed,
You were a most loved and wanted child. You sisters and brother were proudly waiting for your arrival. They had planned the most wonderful Thanksgiving and Christmas ever.We are all devestated by your loss.It is difficult to accept everyday. You will never leave us no matter what. Thank You for touching our lives,even for such a brief time. Our lives are better for having known your gentle spirit.
I love you,
Mommy
14 August 2004
"A person is a person, no matter how small." Dr Seuss.
Mommy, 18 August 2004