Life will never be the same since you left on September 12th little one. Your eyes lit up the room and just your presence brought joy to everyone. I will never forget the way you looked into your mom's eyes that day, you were talking to her.

You will always be loved and missed by Mom, Breanna, Kayne, Grannie Baker, Aunt Cherie and Uncle Joe. Loved always.........

Dear Kaelee
It has been almost a year and a half since you had to leave us little one. There isn't a day that goes by that we don't think of you and feel sad that you had to leave.

We hope and prey that you are safe and happy where you are and that you are laughing and in the arms of Grampa Baker until we can all be together again.

Hugs and Kisses, Grannie Baker

Peanut

Tomorrow will be your third birthday. There isn't a day that goes by we
don't think of you and miss you tons. There's a big birthday party, grampa's
there, there's a big cake and you are laughing and playing with all your
little friends. You are wearing your new party dress and Granny brought
ribbons for your ebony hair. At bedtime, I tuck you in and we read "Love You
Forever". It was a beautiful dream, you were there. Kisses and hugs forever.

I heard a voice on the winds tonight,
Wondrously sweet and low,
Drifting down from the outer space,
Beyond the sunset's glow,
And tonight on wings aerialBorne
o'er the snows and ice,
I'm hearing again the lifting voice,
From the gates of Paradise.
singing a song for me tonight,
Wondrously sweet and low,
Touching again the golden chords
Of just three years ago.

Always loved and always with us.
Mummy, Breanna, Kayne and Granny Baker

September 12, 2008

Dear Sweet Kaelee

We have missed your presence every day for the last 4 years. Each day, each night, every single breath we take. You are always in our thoughts and with us on every special day. We love you forever and for always. Soar high Sweet Pea.

Much Love
Mummy, Breanna, Kayne and Granny Baker

"Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die..."