| Velkomin á minningarsíðu Tyler |
| Tyler Dunham f/d 20.02.09 |
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Um mig:
Sonur okkar Tyler Dunham fæddist andvana 20.02.09
Foreldrar hanns eru Ástrós Lilja Einarsdóttir (88) og David Dunham (78) Tyler hvílir hjá frænda sínum honum Einar Bjarka Einarssyni sem dó sólahring eftir fæðingu. Ég trúi því að bróðir minn hann Einar Bjarki hugsi vel um son minn þangað til ég kemst til himna Tyler eignaðist litla systur þann 26. júní 2011 og fékk hún nafnið Haylee Halldóra Dunham <3 neðst á síðunni er mjög fallegt lag. |
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Annað:
My little one
You have left us too soon Though my body can no longer hold you I hold you forever in my heart As precious and beautiful as this flower caught in time A mother's love does not forget 
My Mom is a survivor, Or so I've heard it said. But I can hear her crying When all others are in bed. I watch her lay awake at night And go to hold her hand. She doesn't know I'm with her to help her understand. But like the sands upon the beach That never wash away... I watch over my surviving mom, Who thinks of me each day. She wears a smile for others... A smile of disguise. But through heaven's open door I see tears flowing from her eyes. My mom tries to cope with my death To keep my memory alive. But anyone who knows her Knows it's her way to survive. As I watch over my surviving mom Through heaven's open door... I try to tell her Angels protect me forevermore. I know that doesn't help her... Or ease the burden she bears. So if you get a chance, talk to her... And show her that you care. For no matter what she says... No matter what she feels. My surviving mom has a broken heart That time won't ever heal. ************************************ Silent cry, only a mommy can hear, Of my precious baby I hold so dear. In my heart, that is, not in my arms, for you see, My son was taken away from me. I held him for just a little while, wishing I would see him smile. Hoping for a miracle from above, for the chance to show my baby love. Holding my breath for a sign of life, a cry, a wiggle, maybe a coo, so we could play peek-a-boo. No sign of life did I see, as I continued to plea for my baby to be braught back to me. Oh God! I said how can this be! For a short time I didn't see the truth, I cradled him, caressed him, kissed him, witnessing his peaceful sleep until slowly the light in my eyes turned dim, as the painful reality of the death of my first born son crashed upon my like a ton. The memories remain, they are mine to claim. The heartache as well as the joy of the special moments I had with my baby boy. He never made a sound. His cry I never found. Silent Cry, only a grieving mommy can hear. 
As I sit and remember When you were still a part of me I try to forget... Your life was never meant to be. You were given a life, a soul, a name But now things will never be the same. You were mine to give life to Though only for a while Things had changed... I will never see your smile. Yet my love for you Will never disappear Though your voice, your laugh, I will never get to hear. You will always be my baby Not a thing in this world Can ever take your place. 
No farewell words were spoken, No time to say good-bye. You were gone before I knew it, And only God knows why. My heart still aches in sadness, And secret tears still flow. What it meant to lose you, No one will ever know. 
Ég bjó til þetta myndband fyrir Tyler sama ár og hann dó.. ég gleymdi hinsvegar að setja texta við sumar myndir.. myndir úr seinustu sónarmyndunum eru úr 20. vikna sónarnum. Gleymdi líka að setja inn bumbumyndirnar sem voru teknar á 22. viku.. Lagið sem spilast undir heitir ,,Kveðja'' með bubba. |
