Angel Room

Welcome to the Angel Room. It may sound odd, but close your eyes and then take a look around the room, what do you see? Is your child busy playing dress-up? Maybe your little one is playing games, or reading a book perhaps? Maybe your little one is taking a nap, snoring softly much to the amusement of the others? Come on in, and share what you see during your visit to the Angel Room.

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Andrea | anniebellie18@yahoo.com

When I look into the Angel Room I see Kylie playing with her toys. I try to sneak in but she sees me. I get a roar of laughter as she runs to me. I pick her up in my arms and cover her in kisses as she points around the room saying whats that! Then points at her favorite thing, the most beautiful chime singing a song in the window. Then its nap time we lay down after daddy reads her a story. I lay with her and cuddle her close to me. I pet her to sleep and hum a song. I stay up for hours just taking in her absolute beauty.

Visited Friday, May 27, 2005 at 08:52

Annomise

I may not have lost a child but I did loose a brother. When I open the I see him smiling on Christmas day again. He runs up to me and I pick him up and hold him tight as to never loose him again. He'll never slip away, because our love will hold us together. If he shall fall I will too.

Visited Wednesday, May 18, 2005 at 14:13

Rainie | ciscowitts@sbcglobal.net

I see you running towrds me laughing and smiling and u give me a great big hug i can feel ur soft skin and smell that wonderful smell like u just took a bath. You take my hand and say lets play mom we go 2 the swings and i push u real high i hear that beautiful laugh and see that great big smile. Along comes ur brothers and yall go 2 the slide 2 play i set and watch u play ur such a big boy now. You come over 2 set by me and give ur little brothera big hug and he smiles at u I cant believe how much u look like ur dad and ur brothers. You get up in my lap and just set there smiling and i can only stare at that big smile u have so much hair and big blue eyes u have grown so much ur becoming such a little man. Next we go 2 watch ur brother play ball and u cheer him on while playing in the nearby sand pile with jacob.we leave and go home u fall aleep in my arms and i cant put u down i just set there holding u amazed at how big u are.i love u zack and we miss u so much.

Visited Tuesday, May 17, 2005 at 00:35

Melonie | mmadzel2001@yahoo.com

I walk into the angel room and find it to be cloudy and white...as I look for my liitle Ty, I notice a doorway in the far distance. As I walk to the door, I see Ty smiling from ear to ear, he has my favorite outfit on. He is so precious and is jumping as usual. He loves to jump in his jumping chair, his eyes just light up, while he drools everywhere...coo
ing and yelling happy little sounds. I just sit and watch in awe, he is just so beautiful and peaceful...happy
. He's a Momma's boy so he's excited to see me, I reach down to pick him up, hold him close...I smell his breath. I put him up over my head, and he smiles and giggles, and laughs....Oh my boy, I love you and miss you so much. Mommies gotta gor for now...I'll see you soon...I put him back into the his jumper, because it makes him so happy, I wave goodbye and he disapears into the clouds...

Visited Wednesday, May 11, 2005 at 22:25

Rainie Witt | ciscowitts@sbcglobal.net

As I walk through the door I see Zacks beautiful smile and hear his warm laugh I can see those big blue eyes and all his little wrinkles. Isee his hair is much darker he looks just like my oldest child. I see him playing like a healthy 3 year old would be. I see those little toes I loved to tickle and I hear him say momma because I never heard him call me he only said dadada. I see him running with his brothers and jumping on the trampoline like I know he would be doing. I see him smiling at his new baby brother and fighting to hold him. I see him setting in my arms like he used to do and that huge smile he love to share and I see me rocking him to sleep and just watching him sleep so peaceful.

Visited Thursday, May 5, 2005 at 01:36

Patty | knockaroundgrl4life@yahoo.com

I walked into the Angel Room not knowing what to expect, fearful yet calm I know this place is real but yet afraid of what i might not find i came here for peace of mind and beautiful memories of a baby taken away much to soon. My chest begin to tighten, the tears begin to flow as i look up and see my baby with a beautiful halo... I know he is safe and happy here.. I just wanted to let him know i miss him and wish he was here... I love you Zander

Visited Wednesday, May 4, 2005 at 03:26

Nichole | nicholecallo@yahoo.com

I come to the Angel Room, and I see my baby girl Alison waiting for me to come and play. She sitting in her walker like she did every morning, smiling at me. I pick her up and wrap her in her favorite purple blanket, I look around the room, and see a rocking chair in the corner. I sit down and rock her gently as I sing her favorite song, she's just stairs up at me with eyes filled with so much love. She starts to drift off to sleep, but I still rock her for hours until she wakes up, we lay on the floor and play with rattles, she gets bigger everytime I look at her, more and more beautiuful everday. It gets dark out and it's time to leave the Angel Room so she can get some sleep so we can play again tomorrow, I kiss her and inhale her glorious scent, and lay her in the white bassinet, cover up and turn to leave, when I get to the door, I turn around and she's gone, but I'm not sad. She's gone home to rest for tomorrow, because we are to meet again in the morning to spend the day in this glorious room, with it's serene atmosphere, and beautiful lights. The Angel Room is for us alone, and we exist together in tis room alone, Goodnight Angel, Mommy will be back in the morning.

Visited Monday, May 2, 2005 at 23:18

Krysta Cole | krystacole@cox.net

As I open the door I am scared but I know all is well. I walk through the doorway into undescribable beauty yet the only thing I see is my mother bringing my angel to me. My Sam is trying to go play with his friends but when he sees me he came running, as I did to him. All I can seem to do is cry and kiss and hold my precious angel baby. It has been 3 years since he was born and went away and I wasn't sure I would recognize him... but I do and he does. God I miss him and wish he were able to leave this room so I could watch him grow and play and misbehave and hold him. The only bad thing about this room is that my heart and arms ache again when I leave.

Visited Tuesday, April 26, 2005 at 22:00

Nichole | nicholecallo@yahoo.com

I sit in the Angel Room and watch my little peanut, Alison, playing in her walker zooming around the room like a cannon, I look again and she's standing, holding onto the table, she let's go and takes two tiny steps toward me, calling out to me "mommy, mommy", with her arms held out, reaching for me. But in an instant she' 5 ready for her first day of school, wearing pigtails, and a pretty white fall dress. we walk to the bus stop, an she's gone. She returns later, but she's now a little girl of 10. She laughs and runs toward me holding out the picture she drew. It's me, my husband, son and her holding hands in the Angel Room, she leans over and gives me a kiss. She says to me, " See, mommy, we're all here. Happy and loving. Your a great mom and I'll love you forever." I tuck her in to bed and tell her I'll see her in the morning, but I won't because she only exists in the Angel Room and she'll always be 3 months, but she's happy and that's all I can ask

Visited Tuesday, April 26, 2005 at 17:56

Lacey | Dominics_Mama_4_Eva@hotmail.com

I find myself in front of the intricately carved wooden door once again, this time on the 4th anniversary of my son's untimely death. I've been having a difficult time lately; I know he knows. So many things...and now, here is this day, no easier than it was the first time...and it came so fast this year. I hear the pitter patter of feet on the other side. Slowly the door opens. Out pops my little angels head; he looks up at me and puts on a concerned smile. Without a word he takes my hand and leads me inside, closing the heavy door behind us. Laughter and enchanting music enthralls my senses, as once again, there is a birthday party in heaven, for someone. We weave through the crowd to a dim, quiet corner of the room. A beam of moonlight shines on a soft-looking seat, and we sit together, only embracing in silence. Tears roll swiftly down my cheeks and wet his thick, dark hair as he holds me tightly. After a long moment, he sits up and wipes my tears away. "Mommy", he whispered, "Please don't cry. It hurts Jesus when you cry. He gets sad and wants to cry too, and there's not supposed to be any crying in HEAVEN!" "Oh Dominic, mommy has a lot to cry about these days. Every day I think of you, and lately, all I want to do is cry. Mommy is so unhappy with her life; so depressed..." I choke back more tears as my eyes avert in shame. "I've been so angry, honey; felt so guilty. And I don't know what I can do to get better." His beautiful eyes stare sympathetically at me, and he takes my hands in his. "Mommy, you're going to be okay." "Am I Dominic? I want to be, I want to make you proud. Sometimes I feel so..." my voice trembles as I think of the right word. "...Trapped, in life. Sometimes....som
etimes I wonder if life is worth...living."
My voice trails off. "Mommy, I'm ALWAYS proud of you!" He stands up and makes grandiose gestures, showing me how much he's proud of me. "I see that you are sad, and I know that you've been sad for a long time now. I know that you are having a hard time. But I know too that you're getting help mom. And I know you're doing it not just for me, but for Aiden too. Mom, you can't give up." "I know honey," I weakly sigh. "But sometimes, sometimes it just seems so much easier. Aiden deserves a better mom than me. And sometimes, I just want to be with you." "MOOOOOMMMMMMMM!
" Dominic groans, obviously perplexed. "You just don't get it. Aiden loves you, and what would he do if you weren't around? He'd be all alone, with no one to love him like you do. And mommy, if you gave up now, you wouldn't be allowed to be with me, ever." He settles in my lap and clings tightly to me. "You would go to the bad scary place," he whispers quietly. I hold him, wishing the moment would last for ever. "I'm so tired, son" I weakly cry. "I never dreamed life could be so hard, so cruel, so relentless." "I know mommmy. But can I ask you something?" Dominic looks at me, trying to read the expression on my face. "Anything, my sunshine," I smile. "Do you ever worry about me?" he inquired, awaiting my response. "You know that I do, baby." I attempt to pull him in close to me, but he resists. "Don't mama. Don't worry about me. If it will help you get better, PLEASE understand that I am in a wonderful place. Look around mom!" My eyes quickly sweep the room, the faint sounds of laughter and music warming my soul. No tears, no sadness; the only sadness in the room was mine. "I miss you every day mom, but not like you miss me. I'm with you every day and I know that; you should too, even if you can't see me. I don't have the same demands and expectations of me here that you have on earth, mommy. So please, if it will help you get well, don't worry about me. I'm in a good place...God told me why I couldn't stay with you any longer, and I understand. Someday, you will too. But right now, it's not your time to find out. Please mom...you must get well. I'll be there with you as long as you need me." "Oh Dominic, I love you so much. But you don't know how hard it is to live without you, to not get to see you grow up." I close my eyes and hold him, hearing, feeling and smelling nothing but him. When I open my eyes again, we are at the door. "Just let go mommy. I'll be with you every single day." He kisses my cheek and slides out from my arms. "Come back and see me as often as you want mom. You don't have to wait for 'special' days. I love seeing you. Tell Aiden I said hi. Bye mom! I gotta go find Tristan. We're playing trucks!" At that, he turns and darts into the happy crowd. I am left to face that big door alone, when I realize I'm not walking. I realize that Jesus has me in his arms, carrying me through the door and back into reality...and still has me now, carrying me until once again I feel strong enough to walk on my own. Thank you for your wisdom, Dominic. I love you and can't believe I've survived 4 long, bittersweet years without you. You are forever in my heart and mind, every day.

Visited Sunday, April 10, 2005 at 08:07

Michelle | irtikidh86@aol.com

I walk up up to this colorful door and i no my Justin is there he was only 1 month and 26 days when you left me see you there with those big blue eyes as you look at me i no your ok your with so many other angel and i wanna hold you again i pick you up and i feel whole again i dont feel lost your my angel and your thought of every day i sit in the rocking chair and you make me feel so good i love you my Justin this is so hard for me i dont wanna let you go i wish i could bring you home but i have to leave you your needed were you are and i feel better knowing your ok i will come and see you again and rember i love you so much it hurts i will be back soon and keep wathing over me your loved and missed see you soon my peanut i love you xxx oooo love mommy

Visited Thursday, April 7, 2005 at 08:27

Auntie Tabby | hhunterfamily@sbcglobal.net

I have never needed to do this before, but here it goes...I see you my little priss, light brown curls like our "Big Perm" had, big blue eyes, perfeclty glittery wings the cutest poofy pink dress and the HUGEST poodle poofy bow I could possibly have made around your tiny little head. You are sitting in fields of pink and white daisies and gerbs. your toy poodles and a little purse though you have no idea how to use it it's like Mommy's so that's all that matters. How I wish we were beating Keller up for taking off your bow, would they help you blow out your candle??? To see cake on your face is perfect, just what I had invisioned.Perfe
ct priss sandals and poodle toe-nails, you were sleeping and we all got to paint them. You caught your balloons from Mommy and you are hitting your BIG 1 and laughing, look at your dimples! My little popeye baby, okay, back to reality, oh how I wish it wasen't so...Much to painful to continue. not that you're not worth it. Good-bye Priss until we meet again, I love You Auntie Tabby

Visited Friday, April 1, 2005 at 01:01

Wendy Morrison | angelfaithmarie@cox.net

As I walk into the Angel Room I see a million beautiful babies but there is one that stands out of course and that is my beautiful baby girl Faith Marie she is wearing her pink onesie and has beautiful pale pink wings with a glowing hallo over her I am holding her and her smell is so comforting I miss the warmth of holding her and her smell. The babies are so peaceful and happy they all love each other the bond is so strong. The babies that are sleeping are snuggled on their bellies with their butts up on their fluffy white clouds peacefully sleeping.

Visited Tuesday, March 22, 2005 at 06:22

Kimberly | kk_sierra@yahoo.com

I see many little angels playing and i feel so happy that they are happy I tell theyre families to keep remembering and imagining they are alive in your heart.

Visited Monday, February 28, 2005 at 15:54

Teresa | stalkier@classicnet.net

It's not what I expected to see in a room. It's more like being outdoors. It is so bright I have to squint to see. Then I see Bailey. Her hair has grown so long! She's splashing in a shallow puddle of water. I'm so happy that I can not speak, but she sees me and shouts, "Mommy!" She runs to me and I scoop her up in my arms. I don't even care that we are now both soaking wet. "I missed you." I whisper into her ear. She kisses me on she mouth and smiles. She tells me she's learned how to read and asks if I want to hear a story. I get a huge white fluffy towel off a shelf in another part of the room and we wrap ourselves up together and sit down with a story. It's The Very Hungry Catarpillar. She gives a very dramatic reading and then lays her head on my shoulder and begins to fall asleep. I feel a tear roll down my neck. She says, "I've missed you Mommy, will you just hold me for a while?" We hold each other and fall asleep. When we wake up she is glowing with happiness. She tells me it's time for me to go because I need to play with her brothers and sister, but to come back for a visit soon. "I love you." I tell her with tears running down my face. "Next time bring Daddy," she says. She turns around and runs to play with her friends. It's so hard to leave.

Visited Friday, February 25, 2005 at 05:03

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