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Till we meet again love.
Love Mom.
the memory of you is as fresh as it was 15 years ago
Love Oma & Opa
Love from Oma, Opa and Auntie Birgit.
13 years ago you went to join the angels. We miss your embrace.
Love always,
Mom XOXOXO
Mom XOXOX
With love, Oma and Opa
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Mom
Till we meet again love.
remembering Hope
What a lovely (but chilly) Sunday afternoon by the lake, with friends, remembering Hope. With every ballon special thoughts of Hope were sent off. Evan's ballon leading the way!
Back at home, refreshments and shared thoughts warmed our bodies and souls.
Ten years have not deminished our fond memories of Hope Chelsea
Love Oma & Opa
Miss Me - But Let Me Go
To all my family and friends who have shared the memories of our Daughter (Hope Chelsea Pasemko) and the many who have shared their stories of our little "ANGEL", for each day passes and it feels just like yesterday that she left our hearts, but when I lite a candle and watch the flicker of the flame, I know and feel her (HOPE'S) presence around me watching over my shoulder.
When hope was born on October 19, 1999, it was the proudest moment of my life to see such a little girl being born and fighting for her first breath, I knew at that moment that she was a fighter, yes HOPE was a fighter from day one and very brave as each day went by, teaching every nurse and doctor let alone Mom and Dad and all family members who knew our little "ANGEL". Hope will live on for ever in our hearts and souls as we remember her, and this will never ever leave us from day to day, whether at home, at work, or when travelling no matter where we go in our lives, HOPE CHELSEA PASEMKO will always be there with us watching. There's more to say, but the following is a short poem I found and is hanging in my bedroom along with other momento's that we have shared together and will never be lost, for HOPE is with us.
Please enjoy the following, (Hope I Love You and Miss each and Every Day, and one day we will meet again when it is our time to do so, looking forward to seeing you, Love always in tears and joy, your loving Father (Al Pasemko).
MISS ME - BUT LET ME GO
When I come to the end of the road
and the sun has set for me,
I want no nights in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a sould set free?
Miss me a little - but not too long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that we once shared
Miss me - but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone
It's all a part of the Master's Plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart
Go to the Friends we know
And bury your sorrow in doing good deeds
Miss me - but let me go.
Hope by Dr. John Van Aerde
(as read on March 24, 2001)
Hope:
Your mom and dad asked me to recall some happy memories I have of your short life. This poem reflects the feelings your life and death have triggered.
Death isn't easy for us who stay behind.
I always wonder why babies die.
I don't know the answer.
Why are babies born with miserable problems and abnormalities?
What is the point if babies die young anyway?
I don't know.
Maybe to bring a family together.
Maybe to meet people we would never have met.
I do not know.
Maybe to teach us compassion for those who suffer.
maybe to show us how to love unconditionally.
Or perhaps to force us to be nice to each other.
I don't know the answer to any of these questions.
But when I looked at your little face yesterday,
I knew you know all the answers now.
Rest peacefully.