I guess at this point I'm just blessed to have had the opportunity to see her one last time on Wednesday and know she is no longer in any pain. Ryan has been a wonderful shoulder for me to cry on.
We received our photos back, Julie did an amazing job. I love to watch it, crying every time, thinking of how I will never able to hold Jillian and tell her how much I loved her. I'm hoping the funeral home will be able to get her footprints, I just want to be able to hold onto something she touched.
Here's the link to our photos, you need to download the software in order to watch them. The software is not compatible with Mac users.
http://www.photodex.com/sharing/viewshow.html?fl=2953532&alb=0
I was sent this poem by a very special person, I'm hanging on to these thoughts right now that Jillian will be taken care of.
My Precious Little Baby,
Your face I've never seen.
Your skin I've never touched before,
Nor held you close to me.
You lived inside my body,
But only for a while;
Till Jesus softly whispered,"Come home my little
child."You must have been a special child;
If God needed you up there.
Because heaven is a better home,
It's beauty can't compare.
So, till I get to heaven,
And see your shining face;
Jesus will take care of you,
And love you in my place.
Yes, Jesus loves His little lambs,
They sit around His throne;
So sit on Jesus' lap dear child--
Till Mommy gets called home.
~ Author Unknown
Jillian will forever be in our hearts!
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