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Mycha
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March 28, 1991 - April 12, 1996 |
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I'm Free Don't grieve for me now, I'm free. I've followed the path God laid for me. I took his hand when I heard him call. I turned my back and left it all. I could not stay another day to laugh, to love, to work or play. Work left undone must stay that way. I found God's peace at the close of the day. If my parting has left a void, Please, fill it with remembered joy. A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss, Are things that will be missed. Do not be burdened with grief and sorrow, I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow. My life's been full, I savored much Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch. Perhaps my time seemed all to brief. Don't be weighted down with undue grief. Lift up your heart and rejoice with me. God wanted me now. He set me free. |
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Mycha knew from the beginning what she was up against and the possible outcome. Believing that she would one day be an angel, high above watching over us, gave her comfort in what the future held. Plus, she would get to see Jesus and Papaw Charles. Her only fear was that if she died we would not love her anymore, once realizing that we would always love her, she was able to make peace with the idea of death. I truly believe that she knew all along how things would turn out. The "Make a Wish Foundation" was offered to her, anything she wanted, clothes, furniture, pets, trips, etc..with the world at her feet, so to speak, guess what she wanted more than anything else...? She only wanted to go to the park, not Disney or Sea World, just the plain old park. Kinda puts material things in their place, doesn't it? |
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Cancer is so limited... It cannot cripple love. It cannot shatter hope. It cannot corrode faith. It cannot eat away peace. It cannot kill friendship. It cannot shut out memories. It cannot silence courage. It cannot invade the soul. It cannot reduce eternal life. It cannot quench the spirit. It cannot lessen the power of resurrection. Our greatest enemy is not disease, but despair. |
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A few of her favorite things... FOOD- Chicken with hot sauce COLORS- Purple and Yellow SONGS- Jesus Loves Me, I'm The Only One MOVIES- Snow White, Four Diamonds, The Fox and the Hound, Why? Charlie Brown Why? TV SHOW- Family Matters (Steve Eurkel) BOOKS- Wait! Wait! Wait! The Pokey Little Puppy, Corduroy PLACE- The Park, Church PETS- Tess (dog), Gunther (cat) GAMES- Chutes and Ladders NAIL POLISH- Green |
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For A Little Girl Be tender to her, Lord, because she is so very small And all of us are now beyond her young and frightened call Please press her gently to your heart, as we who loved her so Once held her gayly, knowing not, how swiftly she would go Be kind to her- we tried to be, within our given time O, let her play and shout and sing and let her run and climb We know that you are near her God, as she takes ways unknown And you are Lord, so where you are, she will not walk alone And as we age our cheeks will fade and gray infest our hair But she will always be the same, forever young and fair. |
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A light is from our household gone. A light we loved is stilled. A place is vacant in our home. Which never can be filled. We have to mourn the loss of one. We did our best to save. Beloved on earth, regretted still. Remembered in the grave. 'Twas hard to part with one so dear. We little thought the time was near. Farewell, dear one, your life is past, Our love for you till the end will last. |
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HAT- A blue green ball cap SAYING- "Duh..." BLANKET- Orange and white quilt BABYDOLL- A gift on 4th birthday, "Tuesday" STUFFED ANIMAL- A dog named "Princess" BEST FRIEND- Mashayla WANTED TO BE- A Cheerleader, An Angel WANTED TO GO- To School IN SPARE TIME- Make up songs about God and Jesus NICKNAMES- Lucy, Mycha blue eyes, Baby grench girl, Tailgate |
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A Grandmother's Prayer A child's a precious gift, heaven sent; a grandchild, dearer yet. An unformed life, a page not filled- untouched by life's regrets. How can this tender one withstand what those full-grown cannot? Must she bear the weight alone while cancer's cure is sought? Be her comfort and her strength, Lord- set her spirit free. Show her the stripes You bore in love, the stripes for her, for me. The doctors say the road is long; the battle's just begun. You know what medicine does not, her life's in the hands of Your Son. So now I pray Your healing come- yet not my will, but Thine, be done. |
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