I lost an Angel

December 16, 2011
By Anonymous

Never shall I forget the horrible smell of hospital.
The smell of the medicine, the smell of cafeteria.
The strong smell of the hospital.
Never shall I forget the pain we went threw the tears we cried, and the question.
Why God? Why let someone die so young and so soon? Why?
Never shall I forget how my family felt.
It felt as if someone was stabbing us from behind.
Never shall I forget the hot long night, the phone rings at night or early in the morning.
The phone ring that was telling us to get up and drive to the hospital because something was wrong.
Never shall I forget all the driving we did from one hospital to another.
Never shall I forget the hospital room where we all hung out at day and night.
Waiting for the doctor to knock on the door to give us some news.
The hard chairs or the hard floors where I used to sit at all day long or ended up falling asleep.
Never shall I forget the small incubator he was in filled with teddy bears, rosaries, and prayer notes.
Never shall I forget my nephew.
How light his hair was, his skin so thin that you could see his ribs and heart pumping up and down.
His tiny feet and hands.
His blue eyes that reminded me of the light blue sky.
Never shall I forget the bright shining stars, the bright light blue skin when he took his last air, How he was torn away from his life so young and soon.
A thousand times we needed you
A thousand times we cried
If love alone could have saved you
you never would have died
A heart of gold stopped beating
two twinkling eyes closed to rest
God broke our hearts to prove he only took the best
never a day goes by that you’re not in my heart and my soul.
From our thoughts to our memories,
from our days to our nights.
From the east to the west,
from my love that I write.

From the sadness we shed when you went away,
but in our hearts and minds you will forever stay.

We speak in our dreams, but don't say a word.
Life means everything, even to a little bird.

Twenty-four hours since we last saw you,
twenty-four hours of pain and sorrow.

Tearful eyes gazed in sadness,
lowering you in to a hole of blackness.

Shutting out the light that you're never to see,
R.I.P. Andre you mean everything to me.
By: Erianna Henderson

The author's comments:
I wrote this for a friend of mine that lost there newphew. I dont know how it feel but i put myself in her shoes. how will i feel.

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