 
It's Hard to say good-bye before you've even had a chance to say hello.
"A person's a person, no matter how small."
You will probably feel very lonely in your grief. No one else knew your baby except you, the parents. Others will soon forget. You will continue to remember your child's impact on your life.
Human Beings should not die without their names being remembered or else human beings don't count..
When your parent dies you've lost your past, but when your child dies you've lost your future.
This page is in memory of,
Baby's Full Name VIRGINIA ELLEN WISE
Birth and Death Date 10/22/92
Born Still, at 4 1/2 months
Cause of Death UNKNOWN
Parents Name PAULEEN & CULMER WISE SR.
Baby's Siblings PAUL, ANDREW, ANGEL, CULMER JR. THE LATE MATTHEW AARON WISE & EMMANUEL MICHAEL WISE
Baby's Full Name MATTHEW AARON WISE
Birth and Death Date 9/2/95
Born Still, at 4 1/2 months
Cause of Death UNKNOWN
Parents Name PAULEEN & CULMER WISE
Baby's Siblings PAUL, ANDREW, ANGEL, CULMER JR. THE LATE VIRGINIA ELLEN WISE & EMMANUEL MICHAEL WISE
Baby's Full Name EMMANUEL MICHAEL WISE
Birth and Death Date 4/19/96
Born Still, at 4 1/2 months
Cause of Death UNKNOWN
Parents Name PAULEEN & CULMER WISE SR.
Baby's Siblings PAUL, ANDREW, ANGEL, CULMER JR. THE LATE VIRGINIA ELLEN WISE & MATTHEW AARON WISE
You will never be forgotton, we love you and know we will see you again in heaven. The holidays are here again, they are very painful because, you are not here with us, and they are very hard to deal with.
Here are some poems....
Stillborn
(Leonard Clark)
I carried you in hope,
the long nine months of my term,
remembered that close hour when we made you,
often felt you kick and move
as slowly you grew within me,
wondered what you would look like
when your wet head emerged,
girl or boy, and at what glad moment
I should hear your birth cry,
and I welcoming you
with all you needed of warmth and food;
we had a home waiting for you.
After all my strong labourings,
sweat cold on my limbs,
my small cries merging with the summer air,
you came. You did not cry.
You did not breathe.
We had not expected this;
it seems your birth had no meaning,
or had you rejected us?
They will say that you did not live,
register you as a stillborn.
But you lived for me all that time
in the dark chamber of my womb,
and when I think of you now,
perfect in your little death,
I know that for me you are born still;
I shall carry you with me forever,
my child, you were always mine,
you are mine now.
Death and life are the same mysteries
Stillborn
(Linda Kay)
Stillborn,
I am not sure I understand.
Is it a babe who is born
In the hush of a morning's breath
Before the birds begin to sing?
No. This is not stillborn, though
We would like it to be.
Is it a babe who is born so quiet,
So still, that the angels hush
Their rustling wings to hear
If she will not draw a tiny breath?
Perhaps. This is very close, but surely,
it means more.
Stillborn,
Born, still in the arms of God.
Stillborn,
Born, still in the full knowledge of
God's love and power,
His glory and grace.
Born, still to us, but alive to God!
Surely this is stillborn:
No death, but life eternal,
No sorrow, but everlasting peace,
No separation, but
communion forever
With God!
Yes, now I understand,
Stillborn . . .
Please Don't Tell Them You Never Got to Know Me
(Pat Schwiebert)
It is I whose kicks you will always remember,
I who gave you heartburn that a dragon would envy,
I who couldn't seem to tell time and got your days and nights all mixed up,
It is I who acknowledged your craving for peach ice cream by knocking the cold bowl off your belly,
I who went shopping and helped you pick out the "perfect" teddy bear for me,
I who liked to be cradled in your belly and rocked off to dreamy slumber by the fire,
It is I who never had a doubt about your love,
It is I who was able to put a lifetime of joy in an instant.
Angels in Heaven
We have angels in heaven
Who look down on us here
while the world all around us says
"Be of good cheer!"
Everyone else is bustling about
We simply watch it go by,
yet we just want to shout~
Don't you know it's not merry
at this time of year,
when our lives feel so empty
and our eyes fill with tears.
We can't bear the thought of another holiday
without our precious loved one
who was taken away.
But your child's spirit does live on,
though their physical being may be gone.
Look around and you will see
their soul lives on in your memory.
You'll see your child's eyes so bright
In every twinkling Christmas light.
There are angels in heaven
Who look down on us here
And they are trying to tell us,
Don't worry we're near!
We love you and miss you,
we'll never be far...
Just look to the sky
and the bright Christmas star.
Take a special moment
throughout these blessed days
to remember me in the kindest of ways...
Give my smile to a person,
who needs it like you,
and my spirit will live on
through the things that you do.
An Angel's Christmas Wish
I looked through the clouds and what did I see,
The face of my mother, and her thoughts were of me.
He eyes filled with tears and her face looked so sad,
My wings fluttered softly and I felt so bad;
For I could do nothing to change how she felt,
Nor could I alter the hand fate had dealt.
My tears fell like raindrops, my heart felt so tight,
I lifted my face to heaven and told God of my plight,
For I can never be free just to fly,
As long as there's one lonely tear in your eye.
My years on earth were spent to please you,
And though what has happened was not my own choice,
The plan, my mother dear, came from a much higher voice.
As the birthday of our Savior and Lord draws so near,
I have a small plea I would like you to hear,
Remember me, Mom, with happiness and smiles,
And know when you do my soul will soar miles.
My wings will be light, and my heart will be free,
In the brightest sunshine is where you'.. see me.
WHISPER OF AN ANGEL
The whisper of an angel
Can open Heaven's gate,
A glimpse of faith and courage
A love strong enough to wait,
Whisper you are safe
Whisper softly, angel love,
My heart is aching so
Needing comfort from above,
Tell me you are with me
Whisper gently in my ear,
"You will always be my mommy"
In the quiet I will hear,
My heart still aches to hold you
I close my eyes and see,
Your face now, four years later
And who you were to be,
Though dreams I once held close
In the distance now, so far
Still you're more than just my child
You're the twinkle in the stars,
So I'll hear your angel whispers
"You never need let go,
Hold me, mommy, close within"
Though the pain and sorrow flow,
One day we shall reunite
Angels whisper words of grace,
And I promise I will hold you
In another time and place.
Dearest Mommy,
When you wonder the meaning of life and love
Know that I am with you,
Close your eyes and feel me kissing you
in the gentle breeze across your cheek,
When you begin to doubt that you shall ever see me again
Quiet your mind and hear me,
I am in the whisper of the heavens
Speaking of your love.
When you lose your identity
When you question who you are and where you are going,
Open your heart and see me.
I am the twinkle in the stars smiling down upon you,
Lighting the path for your journey.
When you awaken each morning
Not remembering your dreams
But feeling content and serene
Know that I was with you -
Filling your night with thoughts of me
When you linger in the remnant pain
Wholeness seeming so unfamiliar
Think of me and
Know that I am with you,
Touching you thru the shared tears of a gentle friend
Easing the pain
As the sunrise illuminates the desert sky
In the breathtaking glory, awaken your spirit
Think of our time, all too brief, but ever brilliant.
When you were certain of us, together
When you were certain of your destiny
Know that God created that moment in time,
Just for us
Dearest Mommy, I am with you always.
My Dad is a Survivor
My Dad is a survivor too...
which is no surprise to me.
He's always been like a lighthouse
that helps you cross a stormy sea.
But, I walk with my dad each day
to lift him when he's down.
I wipe the tears he hides from others.
He cries when no one's around.
I watch hom sit up late at night,
with my picture in his hand.
He cries as he tries to grieve alone,
and wishes he could understand.
My Dad is like a tower of strength.
He's the greatest of them all!
But there's times when he needs to cry...
Please be there when he falls.
Hold his hand or pat his shoulder...
and tell him it's okay.
Be his strength when he's sad,
Help him mourn in his own way.
Now, as I watch over my precious Dad
from the Heavens up above...
I'm so proud that he's a survivor...
And, I can still feel his love!
The candles on this page are for all the Stillborn, Misscarried, & Pregnancy losses. We are so sorry for your loss because,
we know that a loss of a child/children is the worst thing anyone could ever go through... We lost 3 who were Stillborn & 1 to adoption ....
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