SNAKES, SNAILS & PUPPY DOG TAILS
That's what little boys are made of, and I knew from the first minute
that you were a boy. I was so excited and I could not tell anyone how I
felt. It was only a few short months ago that we lost your sister
Morgan, and I didn't want to seem too happy.
What a fool I was! I missed out on the only time that I could brag about
you, the only time that I could share you with the world. I regret not
buying the little teddy bear that would say the prayer when you squeezed
his little paws together. You know the prayer, "now I lay me down to
sleep, I pray the lord my soul to take."
I prayed for you and your Mommy every night, and I will continue to do
so.
We named you Marcus Dean Kiser just yesterday, and tomorrow, we will
take that long ride to the cemetery and bury you next to your sister
Morgan Claire. Will you know how much you will be missed in my life?
I'm sure that Morgan will take you to the knee of Jesus and they will
tell you how much they love you and how much we loved you here on earth.
I know that I can't compare to the beauty of heaven, but I love you with
all my heart and I will forever miss you.
Every time I see a little boy playing in the grass, looking for whatever
little boys look for, I'll think of you.
Whenever, I see a little guy splashing in a mud puddle, I'll think of
you.
I guess when ever I see a little boy just being a little boy, my heart
will fill with the love I have for you.
Little boys are known for all the mischievous things that happens in a
family, and you will be missed for those things, because you aren't here
to cause them to happen. Your Papa and I have five grandsons, and I can
tell you, that we will miss our number six. Because you would have been
just Marcus and because you would have looked like your daddy and Papa,
you would have stolen my heart. I will miss you forever and our number
six spot will be eternally empty. The laughter and the silliness that
comes from a new member of the family will never have the Marcus touch
to it, much to my sadness.
You should know where your name came from, your Papa Kiser named you. It
was a name that he had picked out for your daddy, but was out voted when
it came time to name him. He wanted you to have something that was
special to him and so you got the name. Being the Granny that I am, I
would have just called you Marc. I still will call you that.
Marc, when all is said and done, your Granny loves you. I will be
listening for you and Morgan in my heart, and I know that you two are
going to be watching out for us down here. Please tell Jesus that I love
him and thank him for giving you to us for the time that we had you.
Love,
Your Granny
ps. Marc, I almost forgot to ask you to also tell Jesus that your big
sister, Chelsey is lonely and wants a brother or sister to play with.
Please see what you can do for her.
IN LOVING MEMORY
of my grandson
�MARCUS DEAN KISER�
September 17, 2001