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Camille Celina Vilar will always be remembered.
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Contributed by Gricela Shelton (Mommy)
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Tuesday, 14 April 2009 |
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Camille's Poem
Can I go outside now mommy?
The rain has gone away
The clouds have gone away now mommy
Can I go outside and play?
Can I make the cookies myself mommy?
I know just how to do it
If I need a little help though mommy
Then you can walk me through it
Can we play dress up mommy?
I love it when we do
Because I want to look just as pretty
When I grow up like you
Can you understand now mommy?
That for awhile I've gone away
I was needed up in Heaven
That's where I am today
God said I could come get you mommy
When your time here is through
And then we'll play some more mommy
I promise this to you
God knows that you're the best mommy
That I ever could've had
And I'm okay now mommy
So mommy don't be sad
I try to come and visit you mommy
When I know you're feeling blue
I know you love me mommy
And mommy, I love you
Written by Shelia Amato
in honor of Camille
Thank you Shelia, for such a beautiful gift.
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Camille's Bench Dedication |
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Contributed by Gricela Shelton (Mommy)
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Monday, 05 March 2007 |
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After over two years, the bench with Camille's name on it is finally in place. We're having a dedication ceremony on Saturday, March 17th at the lakefront. I've waited a long time for this. At last her name will live on. |
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Contributed by Gricela Shelton (Mommy)
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Friday, 24 February 2006 |
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I just wanted to take a moment to thank all of my friends and family who come to this site and "visit" with Camille. Your logs into the guest book and your e-mails to me about Camille still mean the world to me. Thank you for keeping her memory alive. |
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Last Updated ( Saturday, 25 February 2006 )
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Contributed by Gricela Shelton (Mommy)
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Saturday, 11 February 2006 |
My sister-in-law wrote this Poem for Camille. I think it's absolutely beautiful and wanted to share it. Thank you Sis!! I love you.
Can’t believe that you are gone
All these days just seem so long
My heart will always carry yours
In this moment my tears just pour
Little angel of mine how I miss you today
Love you baby, every second of the day
Everlasting words of love to you I pray
Calling me with your colorful butterflies
Enchanting rainbows you paint in the skies
Laughing and skipping with your glittery wings
In the heavens with dazzling songs you sing
Never has the Lord seen such a beautiful being
Angels can now see what I have always seen
Visions of you, are instilled in my mind
Identical to you no-one could ever find
Loving sweet angel you are one of a kind
Always miss you baby, always will
Remember your mommy loves you Mille
To: Gricela with love
From: Maye
02-10-06 |
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Last Updated ( Friday, 24 February 2006 )
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Happy Birthday Angel Girl |
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Contributed by Gricela Shelton (Mommy)
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Tuesday, 13 December 2005 |
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She'd be 10 years old today and I can't help but wonder what she'd be like. I sent her a balloon with a message as I did last year and I watched her take it, then she sent me a shiny penny to let me know she got the balloons. I used to tell her she was the greatest kid ever, she's now the greatest li'l angel. She's been with me all day, I've felt her and I think she's proud of me, that's all I live for anymore, to make my baby proud. It's been a tough day and we still have a cake to cut but I'm getting through it, with out hiding in a dark corner in fetal position. I lost it a few times today but it's expected. I feel okay though, I got a rainbow yesterday and Glenn got a butterfly, and both yesterday and today, made some pretty fantastic sunsets, she's become quite the artist up in Heaven, I'm so proud of her, and now the whole world can see her beautiful art. Happy Birthday Sweet Angel! |
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Contributed by Gricela Shelton (Mommy)
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Saturday, 03 December 2005 |
KENNY CHESNEY LYRICS
"Who You'd Be Today"
Sunny days seem to hurt the most.
I wear the pain like a heavy coat.
I feel you everywhere I go.
I see your smile, I see your face,
I hear you laughin' in the rain.
I still can't believe you're gone.
It ain't fair: you died too young,
Like the story that had just begun,
But death tore the pages all away.
God knows how I miss you,
All the hell I've been through,
Just knowin' no-one could take your place.
An' sometimes I wonder,
Who'd you be today?
Would you see the world? Would you chase your dreams?
Settle down with a family,
I wonder what would you name your babies?
Some days the sky's so blue,
I feel like I can talk to you,
An' I know it might sound crazy.
It ain't fair: you died too young,
Like the story that had just begun,
But death tore the pages all away.
God knows how I miss you,
All the hell I've been through,
Just knowin' no-one could take your place.
An' sometimes I wonder,
Who you'd be today?
Sunny days seem to hurt the most.
I wear the pain like a heavy coat.
The only thing that gives me hope,
Is I know I'll see you again some day.
Some day, some day, some day. |
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Last Updated ( Saturday, 03 December 2005 )
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National Children's Memorial Day |
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Contributed by Gricela Shelton (Mommy)
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Saturday, 26 November 2005 |
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It's almost that time again and I feel the need to remind everyone. Sunday, December 11, 2005 is National Children's Memorial Day. This is actually a world wide event that starts in New Zealand. At 7pm in your local timezone, you are to light a candle and allow it to burn for one hour. What this does is to create a virtual wave of candles around the world. It'll mean a lot to me for everyone who has visits this site to participate participate in this event. It can be any kind of candle. Just let it burn from 7pm to 8pm in your local time zone to remember Camille and the rest of the children who have been lost. I need for Camille to be remembered I need everyone who loved her (and that's anyone who's ever met her) to think about her, to think about how she touched your lives. It means a lot to a mom.
Thank You! We love you all! |
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Written by Glenn H. Shelton III
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Saturday, 13 August 2005 |
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One year ago today I awoke in the morning knowing I had to prepare the best I
could for what would be the worst hurricane since Hurricane Andrew. (To us, it
would be worse than Andrew.) I had to work this day, one year ago. I even had
to go into work 2 hours early to beat the mandatory "No Driving" time
set by our governor. This also allowed the person I was reliving the chance to
get home. Was I prepared? Not in the eyes of the average person, nor was I prepared
to the level most people are for a hurricane. But I was REALLY not prepared for
what would come through the night. But I kissed Gricela good bye, just as I did
every work night, and I headed off to work.
Working in the job I did, I had 60 cameras that I would cycle through to keep
an eye on the facility. As the storms approached, we could watch the wind do
its thing in the safety of a well built building. The first squalls hit around
3pm that day. And they were fierce. How fierce I was still yet to find out. |
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Contributed by Gricela Shelton (Mommy)
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Monday, 18 July 2005 |
This is a poem I found in Chicken Soup for the Grieving soul. It's great advise for those who know someone who's lost a child and don't know what to do or say. The truth is nothing can be said, but I love talking about my girl and telling stories and even hearing about someone elses experiences with her. It brings a joy to my heart. I find it strange how people don't understand that and actually avoid talking about her to me. At any rate, when I found this poem I wanted to add it here, just to let people know that I'm not uncomfortable talking about her, I WANT to talk about her. To read the poem click on "read more".
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Last Updated ( Tuesday, 19 July 2005 )
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Written by Glenn H. Shelton III
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Sunday, 12 June 2005 |
A close and dear friend sent this to us recently. It made sense to me and I thought I would share it here.
Keep your fork.
There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and
had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things "in
order," she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss
certain aspects of her final wishes.
She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she
would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.
Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young
woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.
"There's one more thing," she said excitedly.
"What's that?" came the Pastor's reply.
"This is very important," the young woman continued. "I want to be buried
with a fork in my right hand."
The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.
That surprises you, doesn't it?" the young woman asked.
"Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the Pastor.
The young woman explained. "My grandmother once told me this story, and from
that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love
and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending
socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main
course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep
your fork.' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was
coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something
wonderful, and with substance!'
So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand
and I want them to wonder "What's with the fork?" Then I want you to tell
them: "Keep your fork the best is yet to come."
The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman
good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her
before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp
of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like
than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge.
She KNEW that something better was coming.
At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw
the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and
over, the Pastor heard the question, "What's with the fork?" And over and
over he smiled.
During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had
with the young woman shortly before she died He also told them about the
fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could
not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not
be able to stop thinking about it either.
He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind
you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. Friends are a very rare
jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend
an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their
hearts to us.
Show your friends how much you care. Remember to always be there for them,
even when you need them more. For you never know when it may be their time
to "Keep their fork."
Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share .. being friends with
someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.
Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND even if it means sending back to
the person who sent it to you.
And keep your fork |
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