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This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Kalel Fall who was born in Utah on May 20, 2006 and passed away on December 17, 2006 . We will remember him forever.



















Anyone who knows Kalel would say how happy he was. Nothing could keep him from smiling. Just the sound of your voice would make him light up. He has the biggest smile and brightest eyes. He would take all your troubles and worries away with a smile. He was laughing and babbling all the time. His favorite thing to do was blow bubbles and make raspberries. I can still see him making raspberry noises. He loved his fingers, he was always playing with them and sucking on them. Before he passed away he learned how to roll over from front to back and back to front. The night before he passed away he sat up on his own. In a short life he brought so many people together. He is our fourth son and a wonderful gift from god. We could not have imagined being blessed as much as we are.












































































 Daddy
 Daddy please don't look so sad, Momma please don't cry.
 Cause I'm in the arms of Jesus and He sings me lullabies.
 Please, try not to question God, don't think He is unkind.
 Don't think He sent me to you, and then He changed His mind
 You see, I am a special child, and I'm needed up above.
 I'm the special gift you gave Him, the product of your love.
 I'll always be there with you, and watch the sky at night.
 Find the brightest star thats gleaming, that's my halo's brilliant light.
 You'll see me in the morning frost, that mists your window pane.
 That's me, in the summer showers, I'll be dancing in the rain.
 When you feel a little breeze, from a gentle wind that blows,
 That's me, I'll be there, planting a kiss on your nose.
 When you see a child playing and your heart feels a tug,
 That's me, I'll be there, giving your heart a hug.
 So daddy, please don't look so sad, and Momma don't you cry,
 I'm in the arms of Jesus, and He sings me lullabies


My Dad is a Survivor
 My dad is a survivor too which is no surprise to me. He's always been like a lighthouse that helps you cross a stormy sea.
 But, I walk with my dad each day to lift him when he's down. I wipe the tears he hides from others; He cries when no one's around.
 I watch him sit up late at night with my picture in his hand. He cries as he tries to grieve alone, and wishes he could understand.
 My dad is like a tower of strength. He's the greatest of them all! But, there are times when he needs to cry... Please be there when he falls.
 Hold his hand or pat his shoulder... And tell him it's okay. Be his strength when he's sad, Help him mourn in his own way.
 Now, as I watch over my precious dad from the Heavens up above... I'm so proud that he's a survivor... And, I can still feel his love.


Hi Daddy
 Hi Daddy, its me, Your baby boy in the sky. Won't you tell me Daddy, Why does my mommy cry?
Doesnt she know I'm happy here, Heaven's a beautiful place
 Oh, how it hurts me, Daddy To see tears streaming down Mommy's face.
Daddy, tell her I'm much better here, Jesus fixed my heart.  But when I see mommy crying, It just about tears it apart.
 I know it hurt you both, Daddy, When Jesus took me away.
But you and mommy remember, We'll be together again someday.
 I can't wait to hug you,. When its time for you to come,
 I'll be waiting at heavens door. Then you'll both understand,
 Jesus knew where I needed to be. What a marvelous place to live,  Just wait and you both shall see. Please let my Mommy know, Daddy,
That I heard every word she said. And I remember her softly kissing me
 As I lay cuddled in her arms. Just one more thing Daddy, Before I have to go, I love you both very much And just wanted you to know.

 A DAD'S GRIEF
 It must be very difficult to be a man in grief since men don't cry and men are strong no tears can bring relief.
 It must be very difficult to stand up to the test and take the calls and visitors so she can get some rest
 They always ask if she's all right and what she's going through but seldom take his hand and ask "My friend, but how are you?"
 He hears her crying in the night and thinks his heart will break he dries her tears and comforts her but stays strong for her sake
 It must be very difficult to start each day anew and try to be so very brave He lost his baby too









 My Mom is a Survivor
 My Mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said. But I can hear her crying at night 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 on 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 door I see tears flowing from her eyes.
 My mom tries to cope with death to keep my memory alive. But anyone who knows her knows it is her way to survive.
 As I watch over my surviving mom through Heaven's open door . . . I try to tell her that angels protect me forevermore.
 I know that doesn't help her . . . or ease the burden she bears. So if you get a chance, go visit 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


Do not judge a bereaved mother. She comes in many forms.
 She is breathing, but she is dying.
 She may look young, but inside she has become ancient.
 She smiles, but her heart throbs.
 She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she IS, but she is NOT, all at once.
 She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity.
 Do not dismiss us: we have shaped more than just the future generation.  We have released all the tiny angels who are watching over you.
 Open your eyes to US, and you just might see THEM.


Do not judge a bereaved mother. She comes in many forms.
 She is breathing, but she is dying.
 She may look young, but inside she has become ancient.
 She smiles, but her heart throbs.
 She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she IS, but she is NOT, all at once.
 She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity.
 Do not dismiss us: we have shaped more than just the future generation.
We have released all the tiny angels who are watching over you.
 Open your eyes to US, and you just might see THEM.
























Wish List
 I wish my child hadn't died. I wish I had him back.
 I wish you wouldn't be afraid to speak my child's name. My child lived and was very important to me. I need to hear that he was important to you also.
 If I cry and get emotional when you talk about my child I wish you knew that it isn't because you have hurt me. My child's death is the cause of my tears.
 You have talked about my child, and you have allowed me to share my grief. I thank you for both.
 I wish you wouldn't "kill" my child again by removing his pictures, artwork, or other remembrances from your home.
 Being a bereaved parent is not contagious, so I wish you wouldn't shy away from me. I need you now more than ever.
 I need diversions, so I do want to hear about you; but, I also want you to hear about me.
 I might be sad and I might cry, but I wish you would let me talk about my child, my favorite topic of the day.
 I know you think of and pray for me often. I also know that my child's death pains you, too.
 I wish you would let me know those things through a phone call, a card, note, or a real big hug.
 I wish you wouldn't expect my grief to be over in a short period of time. I wish you could understand that my grief will never be over.
 I will suffer the death of my child until the day I die. Grief is a life long process.
 I am working very hard in my recovery, but I wish you could understand that I will never fully recover.
 I will always miss my child, and I will always grieve that he is dead.
 I wish you wouldn't expect me "not to think about it" or to "be happy".
 Neither will happen for a very long time, so don't frustrate yourself.
 I don't want to have a "pity party", but I do wish you would let me grieve. I must hurt before I can heal.
 I wish you understood how my life has shattered. I know it is miserable for you to be around me when I'm feeling miserable. Please be as patient with me as I am with you.
 When I say "I'm doing okay", I wish you could understand that I don't "feel" okay and that I struggle daily.
 I wish you knew that all of the grief reactions I'm having are very normal.
 Depression, anger, hopelessness and overwhelming sadness are all to be expected.
 So please excuse me when I'm quiet and withdrawn or irritable and cranky.
 Your advice to "take one day at a time" is excellent advice. However, a day is too much and too fast for me right now. I wish you could understand that I'm doing good to handle an hour at a time.
 Please excuse me if I seem rude, certainly not my intent. Sometimes the world around me goes too fast and I need to get off. When I walk away, I wish you would let me find a quiet place to spend time alone.
 I wish you understood that grief changes people. When my child died, a big part of me died with him. I am not the same person I was before my child died, and I will never be that person again.
 I wish very much that you could understand understand my loss and grief, my silence and my tears, my void and my pain. BUT...I pray daily that you will never understand.



There was a meeting up in heaven And the angels gathered round. God spoke, “They will soon be coming, Let the trumpets sound.”
 Make way for My tiniest angels, "God said, "For they are almost here” Watch over them; I must go now And help dry their mother's tears"
 And so God went to His special place To hear the mother's pray, Tears fell from His eyes as He listened To what they had to say.
 The prayers were very different Yet seemed to blend into one. "You have my tiny angel, God But my crying has just begun."
 "I'm human and I’m weak, God and I don't know what to do; I need Your love and strength, And Your help to get me through.”
 ”Please allow me one more thing Before I say "Amen" and go, I need to speak to my babies now, So my love they will always know.”
 God gathered the tiniest angels, In His arms so they could hear. Their earthly mothers speaking from their hearts, And through their tears.
 From Gods eyes as well as the angel's, Tears began to leak, And the trumpets sounded in Heaven, As the mothers began to speak.
 "I can't hold you… I can't see you, Or count your fingers and toe's. Nor wrap you in a blanket, And kiss your little nose.”
 ”I'll never feel your heartbeat again, As you lie against my chest. But to question would be wrong, For God always knows best.”
 ”I'll never hear, "I love you" Or "mommy read to me" It hurts so much to want you, Knowing you weren't meant to be with me.”
 ”Although you were taken from me, You will always feel my love. I know God will allow that In His kingdom up above.”
”Don't be afraid my little one's, For you are in a special place. And don't worry about me, God will dry the tears upon my face.”
 ”He needed more tiny angels, But we are never far apart. You're not in my arms... my little ones, But you're forever in my heart.”
 Then God spoke to His tiny angels And dried each little tear. "You're mother isn't with us now, But soon she will be here.”
 ”And when you reunite with her For all of Heaven to see, She will hold you close and love you Throughout eternity".






GOD'S PROMISE
 God never promised A life without pain,
 Laughter without tears Or sun without rain.  But He did promise Strength for the day,
 Comfort for the tears And light for the way,
 And for all who believe In His Heaven above
 He rewards their faith In His everlasting love.






 
Quietly I'm remembering you in the silence of my heart. Each thought of you, a treasure while we are now apart.
 At times I'm filled with longing; Your face I'd love to see, To feel your warmth, to hear your voice, to have you here with me.
 But God has a plan; He created you and numbered all your days. May he hold you in His loving arms and surround me with His grace.
 With the hope of reunion in Heaven one day, I entrust you to His care. Cherished memories of you live on in my heart. Your life is a gift we share.


Please visit my ^angel^ friends. Please light a candle for them. Please let their mommy's and daddy's know you care. Thank you!
www.killianskorner.memory-of.com/
www.kayla-evelyn.memory-of.com/
http://christopher-josef-locke.memory-of.com/
http://kelly-lynch.memory-of.com/
www.daniel-schulz.memory-of.com/
www.jeffrey-schulz.memory-of.com/
www.isabella-gondolfo.memory-of.com/
www.connor-maddocks.memory-of.com/
www.jacob-haberzettl.memory-of.com/
www.angelica-hatchell.memory-of.com/
www.sara-lindon-hinman.memory-of.com/
www.joshua-lee-wenger.memory-of.com/
www.danielle-jade-martin.memory-of.com/
www.pieta-zollosemmler.memory-of.com/
www.tyshawn-tate.memory-of.com/
www.jbquiming.memory-of.com/
www.keira-bach.memory-of.com/
www.kayla-xavier.memory-of.com/
If there are any ^angels^ that I have forgotten, please let me know so I can add him/her. You all have been so great to me. If you do not want your child's name on here please let me know and I will take it down immediately. ((HUGS)) to all of you. Take Care!





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