YOU WILL BE REMEMBERED

You will be remembered when the flowers bloom in spring
And in the summertime remembered
In the fun that summer brings

You will be remembered
When fall brings leaves of gold
In the wintertime,remembered,in the stories that are told

And you will be remembered,each day right from the start
For the memories that we once shared
Forever live within my heart

"It's the end of another year and so many thoughts go
swirling through our minds. For many, it has been a
difficult year - job loss, loss of friends, loss of a home,
loss of health, and possibly one of the most lasting
losses of all - the loss of a child. For some there will
be no celebration at the end of the year - only a lot
of tears for those dreams that were stolen away so
unexpectedly.
How does a person move on? How can a person move
into the New Year with joy when so much sorrow
surrounds the heart? It's not easy, but it helps to
remind yourself often that you are never, ever alone in
your pain. There are times when we feel alone, but the
truth is that we are surrounded by hope and it is there
for us whenever we call out for help.
Look at nature in any season and be reminded of the
One who is in charge. Look at the majesty of the
starry sky at night and know that you are counted among
the stars. Listen to the sounds of the wind rustling through
the trees and hear the whisper of God letting you know He
is by your side. Look for the rainbow painting the sky
and be assured that you have not been forgotten. Remind
yourself often that hope is stronger than your pain! "-C. Hinton

"For every tear you cry, there is a seed of hope being watered."

--Clara Hinton

"The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me." --Psalm 61:a

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Clara Hinton

SUSAN, YOU ARE A VERY SPECIAL PERSON. I AM SO THANKFUL FOR YOUR LIFE♥ I PRAY THE NEW YEAR~2009~BRINGS YOU COMFORT, JOY, AND PEACE IN ABUNDANCE♥

CATHY GIRAUD (DAVID'S MOM )

Dear Aunt Sioux,
It's really hard for me to write you because for a long time I've been scared that you are going be mad at me. I miss you so much. I'm not sure if I have ever told you this but you have always been very important to me. And that is why I've been so scared that you will be mad at me. There was a time when you were the best part of my life and I have no way to thank you for that. I know you remember when you and Dennis lived just a couple blocks from us and I used to come over all the time. You were my haven, I knew I could go to you anytime and you would always let me in. As long as I was with you everything was ok, I wasn't alone, or being hit, or called names and I knew you let me in. That's what made me feel so safe, I knew you were there and knew you would never turn me away. I have no idea how to express how important that was but at that point you were all I had. For three and half years I've been terrified that I had lost you and that my daughter would never get to feel your love. I'm going to sit here and cry and tell you this story because it is so important. I was I labor when Jamie reminded me that it was the first anniversary of the day we lost Kurt and in that moment I knew there was a connection. God never takes away with out giving something back. In that same moment my heart broke at the unfairness, I was being given my child one year to the day of you losing yours. How was I ever going to explain to you or anyone else that for some reason their lives were connected. All I had was a feeling that there was a reason, and the fear that you would be mad at me for the unfairness. Several hours later I was told that I had to have an emergency C-section. Her heartbeat was dropping, she was in distress, and they suspected that she had passed meconium (that first gooey black poo). I don't remember but both my mom and husband have told me that I was told that without one the baby was going to die. My C-section was very fast, seemingly in seconds they told me it was a girl. What they didn't do was show her to me and what I didn't hear was her crying. For what seemed like a really long time the room was silent. It was also filled with the presence of an angel. Finally her newborn cry rang out, she was shown to me briefly (although all I could see was the top of her head) and she was taken to the NICU. I was taken to recovery where I proceeded to hear harps, see bright lights and forget to breath (seems morphine and me don't mix well). I spend two days torturing the nurses, I wanted my baby and I wanted her right then! I was in the NICU going down the list of things I did not understand, why she was there, why she was hooked up to monitors, why they had the feeding tube up her nose, why she had a saline lock in her hand, why they just wouldn't give her to me, when her nurse that shift looked at me and said...No one has told you have they? She then sat me down and explained. When the C-section was being done Riannon swallowed some of my blood and meconium which sent her into shock and caused her heart to stop and she had the worst case of meconium staining they had ever seen. The silence when she was born was because she had to be fully resuscitated. Most meconium stained babies end up with pneumonia and spent up to two weeks on a respirator. She was what they call post mature and they guessed that she was two weeks late, the placenta had started to fail and deprive her of nutrients and oxygen. It was black not the healthy rainbow colored it should have been, she had the feeding tube because she had to eat and they couldn't wait for her to learn to suck hard enough to nurse because she couldn't afford the normal newborn weight loss. Although she was tiny (less than 6 lbs) her heart has beaten strong and normal ever since and she had no respiratory problems. The nurse left me sitting there holding my tiny baby thinking about what I had just learned and I figured out the connection. Kurt was in the room the night she was born, he was the angel I felt. It had to be him, I had known they were linked before I knew she needed her angel. All I could do was thank God for sending an angel to keep her safe and Kurt for being the one that did it. Riannon is three and a half now, healthy and smart. No one can look at her and see how tiny she was or how many obstacles she overcame in her first week, her first minutes. I can't look at my little girl and not remember that she has the most incredible angel watching her. She is independent and fearless and I know he has come to hold her hand and keep her safe, there is no other explanation for the things she does sometimes. The first time she snuck out of the house (at barely 2) he helped her cross the street and pushed her on the neighbors swing set until we found her, she can't get herself started but that day she was swinging all alone. When she got lost in the dark snake exhibit at the zoo he lead the to the exit and made her wait by the door where her daddy found her just standing there waiting for one of us. And last week when she decided to go look for her missing puppy he made her stay on our side of the icy street and far from the rail road tracks. To some all this may seem to be luck or coincidence but to me it is proof that someone watches her. There isn't a day that I don't think of Kurt or miss him. I will never forget him and thank God that He chose him to watch my baby. None of this has lessened the feeling of unfairness a bit and I would much rather have Kurt with us than have him as angel.
I hope that this has made sense to you and perhaps offered you some comfort knowing that Kurt will forever live in my heart and that he continues to touch the lives of his family. He'll always be my cousin and you'll always be my aunt. Family is more about love than blood.
I love you and miss you very much.
Rebecca

May the Peace, Love and Light of Christmas remain with you always Susan.

Thank you so much for your message today. Looking out for the mail man.....

At Christmas, let us remember and honour those who are no longer with us, and cherish those who are...

With Love and Rainbows from me to you Susan/Kurt

Susan thank you so much for sharing the journey.

Jeremy's Birthday and Angel Date were made more bearable by the friendship we share.

Thank you for the beautiful Graphics, Candles and Tributes over time.

I am so very grateful to you for all that you are and all that you do.

Bless you..

Thank you so much for this Emelita
I love it so much.
xxoo Susan