| We held Reanna's viewing and burrial on Monday March 6th. The viewing was strictly family, Travis' mom and step dad had flown in that friday morning and the viewing was the first and only time they ever say their Granddaughter, I wish so much that they could have seen her alive. I remember everybody there had someting to give to Reanna.Her father and I put a picture of us on our Wedding day in there there were letters and poems people had written as well, At the end of the viewing her Father and I had a few minutes alone with Reanna, her daddy read her "The Velveteen Rabbit" one last time, then I had covered her up with the quilt my mam maw had made for her as a Christmas Present before she was born, we put her book beside her and then left our baby with one last kiss Goodbye. We kept the funeral small only family and close friends. My father and Travis' step dad served as the Pallbearers, , My Aunt had bought the spray it was 15 pink rose's one for each hour she was with us and,a big white rose in the center to symbolize Reanna's life, I just sat there while the preacher was giving the sermon , staring at the tiny coffin thinking to myself that, that's not my baby in there. Then my Aunt got up and read a poem that she had written For Reanna. |
| The Littlest Angel |
| We were in the presence of an angel if only for a while. Her father's excited "It's a girl" made us all smile. And even though the time here was short she felt her fathers pride, and her her mother's voice, "Your mommy's here Reanna And opened up her eyes. She saw her parents proud faces and felt their love, then she became an angel in the heavens above. For she was too beautiful, and too pure for this life, and could only stay a while, A precious cherished angel whose presence touched us all. Written for Reanna by her Great Aunt Jan |
| After my Aunt had read her poem it was time for Travis to stand up and give his eulogy, I remember watching his face and listening to the trembling word that were coming out of his mouth and I felt so bad for him he was burring his "little girl" I knew he had hoped for a little girl ever since we had found out I was pregnant. |
| Today we lay to rest my little girl she was a mircle and an angel. I will never be able to watch her grow up and never see her married. She is like a flower on top of a mountain that only blossoms for God. Only the blessed ones can see and touch her no one will ever pick this flower. So, we lay her to rest under this tree forever, may her days in heaven be filled with love and joy. So, baby girl, you go rest high on that mountain top with our love and Jesus. Goodbye My Angel. Written by Reanna's daddy |
| Travis wanted the Song "Go rest high on that mountain " by Vince Gill played . Our daughter Rest in " The Garden of Angels" along with other angel who have gone too soon. |
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