Funeral

Little Angel
I am your little angel
and I live up in the sky
from heaven I see the world
and I am able to fly.

My home is a small cloud
on the left of the sun
where I do sleep
and have a lot of fun.

I am there and guard you
every night and day
I know all your wishes
and do hear what you pray.

When all hope is gone
I am nevertheless still here
no matter how far you are
I am throughout very near.

Perhaps you do not believe
that guardian angels are true
but when you are crying
I am always beside you.

I am the quietly voice
deep in your mind
I know your thoughts
and I am very kind.

If there is something
you want me to say
just think of me
and I will show you the way…
(Myriam Stebler)

Time does not heal the wounds - you only learn how to live with them...

After we came home from the hospital we had to take care of all the formalities, including the funeral.

Under so much pain we did all that was necessary... we chose her casket, the clothes Celia was supposed to wear... and we decided to bury her in a special place for children at the cemetary... On her last journey Celia was accompanied by a stuffed animal (the first toy I bought Celia during my pregnancy), a selfmade blanket she got from her Grandmother and a picture from us...

September the 19th 2001 was Celia´s funeral. It was a Wednesday and a day with wonderful sunshine... The little