In Remembrance of Crimson...Our Incomplete Rose...

                                       

                                              

 Would have been my fourth grandchild.

                                                           

Psalms 139                                                             

15 "You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.

16 You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.

17 How precious are your thoughts about me, O God! They are innumerable"

Thank you St B. Hospital for honoring this precious life with us.

Crimson U.

September 2010

                                           
 Only your mother saw you in her womb little one, so quite and still. She cried... for she will not be able to hold you in her arms in this world...but the Lord has promised her that one day she would.
                           

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