Poor baby boy named Easton. You just turned 5 months old and you have gained wings, there glistening. It feels so unreal how you went so fast. My best friend, my sister not by blood she's hurting how long will this last? In denial, angry and confused. If I could I would bring him back but I can't... that is something that can't happen for you can't choose. I'm sorry my friend. I'm always here for you so pray and stay strong for your little one Easton is a beautiful angel that sings a song.
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marlenawood (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My best friend my sister not by blood we grew up together and her 5 month old son Easton passed away. He quit breathing during the night while she sat by her Mawmaw's side at the hospital as she had strokes. Donations are needed an prayers please
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I am sorry for your friend. That was nice of you to do a tribute to her. I will say a prayer for her that the Lord carries her through the pain.
Persistence is key
Thanks for your condolences love
I'm so sorry.
It's ok an thanks for your sympathy love
Marlena,
My heartfelt condolences to your friend on the loss of her son! Your write is very touching! Your friendship means a lot! It will help her through her loss!
~Laura~
Thanks Laura for the kind words. It just seems so unreal like I said before I just can't believe this an I couldn't imagine how she feels. Much love
sad,there`s a place in heaven only children can go,god needed a special rose,it was your easton that he chose
Thanks for your condolences love
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