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This page is dedicated to our beautiful daughter, Amelia Brock Goins. We were blessed to have her in our lives for 19 weeks and 4 days. Unfortunately, we lost our precious Angel on September 18, 2007 at 10:03am. Our Amelia was 6 ounces, 8 inches long, and absolutely beautiful...and yes, that's her tiny hand with the bands we wear on our left fourth fingers. We took this picture to show how very tiny she was but it also represents the love and bond that she has formed between two parents and 3 boys who were lucky enough to have her for 5 months. She was created from the love between Lee and myself and was truly a gift from above.

Amelia Brock was a Trisomy 18 and an omphalocele baby. She was slowly dying because of a severe heart defect. It was just too weak to allow her to survive. When she passed she was 6 ounces instead of the normal 11 ounces. Her last heart rate on ultrasound was 124 instead of the normal 140-150 bpm. We decided to make her crossing as painless as possible and induced labor on September 17th--just 6 years and 2 months after I lost my other daughter, Christine. Amelia Brock crossed into her Uncle Michael's arms a few hours prior to entering our world.

We miss her so much that's it's hard to fathom she's no longer here with us. We are blessed to have held her even for just a few short hours. There's not a minute that goes by that we don't think of her...but we take comfort in knowing that she's just a heart beat away.

"There is no death. Only a change in worlds"

Agiyuta Amelia...We love you more than anyone will ever know. There have been countless tears shed since the day we said donadagohvi. Sometimes we feel as though our hearts can't possibly still beat because they were shattered when you crossed.

Your brothers still ask about you and smile when they look at your pictures...

Your daddy tries to hide the depth of his pain...but it's in his eyes. He misses you more than ever-more than he likes to admit. He loves you as only a daddy could...and he is so very proud to call you his little girl.

And well--I just cry. I try to stay strong but it's so hard because the memories betray my soul. The tears come too easily when there's only you, me, and the countless stars between our souls. I remember your kicks--God how we laughed when you kicked your daddy for the first time. I remember the feel of your fingers in mine, the weight of your body in my hand, the brush of my lips on your cheek...I don't think I'll ever heal. But I know that you're finally whole--your heart is now strong and your body is perfect...so I try to remember that you have more than what we could have ever offered you here.

Agiyuta...give our love to our families. Tell them to take care of our babies until we get there. And always know...WE LOVE YOU and will NEVER forget you. You and Christine are forever a part of us and are always in our hearts...

Agiyuta...aya gvgeyu sesti nigohilvi.

                                                                                         Etsi

~~October is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month~~

I have included several different links for those of us who are dealing with the loss our beautiful babies. Please support these and other sites...sometimes just the smallest thought, prayer, or visit helps ease the sting of our loss.

Pregnancy Loss Ribbons

Share-Pregnancy and Infant Loss, Inc

MISS Foundation

Grief Watch

A Small Victory

The Angel Teddy Bear Foundation

The Little Angels Online Store

Remembering Our Babies~October 15th~

 

Amelia…

Ten little fingers, ten little toes

Dark curls of hair gathered in a tiny pink bow

Chubby cheeks with precious dimples

Proving that life is delightfully simple

 

Hold her close as she sleeps on your chest

Snoring softly against the frills of her pale pink dress

Treasure each moment as if it’s the last

Knowing that this too will quickly pass

 

Guide her and teach her all there is to know

But most of all, love her as she continues to grow

For she’s a beautiful soul born of our love

A true and cherished gift sent from above…

 

Lara Johnson © 2 September 2007

 


 

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