Your body was cold and lifeless
Heavy with the reality of death.
Your skin was bruised and flawed with blisters
You are our Perfect Baby.

Your muscles were limp nad much without tone
You head mishaped all dark with cold.
Your body lifeless from head to toe
You are our Perfect Baby.

Your face was so peaceful, seemed full of joy
Your hands were crafted for music;
Your legs were made to run and jump
You are our Perfect Baby.

We can’t hear your laughter, we can’t hear your cries
We can’t hear you speak words of love.
We can’t show our love in your times of joy or pain
But still, you are our Perfect Baby.

We tried to deny it, but knew it was true
So we shed our tears and feel the pain.
But when we step back from ourselves and focus on God
We realize, God gave us our Perfect Baby.

By Brent & Sheenah Pedersen

                                  MEGAN SMITH

On May 9, 1998 God let us have a glimpse of a perfect  3 lb 6 oz, 15" angel who her parents,  Rob and Kim,  named Megan.  Kim chose to carry Megan close to her heart for as long as she possibly could knowing that Megan would be stillborn.  Megan was Exencephaly.

Although I was not able to hold you physically, I will always hold you in my heart  my precious neice.

                                           Love always,
                                             Aunty Lena

                                   BLAKE TENCH

Blake died just two days before he was to become three years old.  He was buried on his third birhday.  H was such a sweet child and a joy to all.
Oh, how precious he was!  The whole family misses him to this day.

Blake's death was senseless.  He died during a routine outpatient operation.  He went into a coma and never regained conscieness.

                                  We love you Blake,
                               All your family members

                                Erin Elizabeth Ayrault

Erin  was wanted and loved from the moment I realized I was pregnant.  Things didn't work out the way we had hoped and dreamed they would.  My precious little one was stillborn and the cause listed as cord accident.  Broken hearted, I wrote this little poem for our baby:

              Little one,
              Why have you gone,
              Someday we will join you,
              It won't be long.
              Until then,
              Keep everyone up there on the run,
              Touch the moon , the stars
              And chase the sun
              Play games with grandma
              And sing a song
              Let her rock you and hold you
              Like our hearts long
              Give everyone a kiss
              And send them our love
              And soon we will see you
              In heaven above.
              Love Mommy and Daddy
                        Written by Mommy
                                   2/20/96

                      We miss you and love you,
                                   Mommy and Daddy

These were my little angels that God needed in heaven.  Both Jennifer 
and Brandon were taken from me during 2nd trimester miscarriages and 
"Little One" was taken from me via surgery due to an ectopic pregnancy.  
They have an older brother, Richard and a younger brother, Tristan.  I 
love and miss them so much.

                                          lovingly,
                                           Momma