This poem was passed to me from a
friend on the internet. I don't know
where it came from or who wrote it,
but the sentiment is enormous to how
we feel at times.
Bittersweet
Bittersweet, the grieving joy,
The death and birth of our twin
boys.
One this world will never know,
One alone will live and grow.
Conceived and carried as a pair,
In birth alone one breathed the air.
His cry assured us he'd be fine;
His brother silent came behind.
One in heaven now will dwell.
One will play and laugh and yell
As all strong boys are want to do.
He'll learn in time he's one of two
And wonder at what might have been,
What life would be like with his
twin.
The sharpest sting of grief will
pass
And HE will grow up too fast
As happens with most every child.
I know at times we'll see him smile,
And recall our other son.
Who was so like this living one.
So pain won't end, can't go away,
But joy grows stronger every day.
As we experience life anew,
Seeing the world as children do.
We're grateful that we'll have a
chance,
To see our one son sing and dance.
To help him learn, to watch him
grow,
These all are pleasures we will
know.
Yet through the joy and love and
care
We'll remember One is not there.

These are all the pictures we have
of Noah the 12 days he was with us.
  
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You
can barely see his ear, but
it is just SKIN, no
cartildge yet. It felt
weird.
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Me
holding Noah's hand the day
after he was born when they
let me out of bed.
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Always
looked like he was trying to
suck his thumb!
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Nathan's bed is in the
back... he hated having
hiscover lifted. The nurses
called him the grouch! Noah
was under the oxyhood
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And this is my
favorite picture of Noah. To me he
looks like a little Elf!


This is where Noah's ashes are
resting. And the inscription.








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