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	<title>T.Bird on a Wire &#187; grief</title>
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		<title>Steven Curtis Chapman Family Deals With Their Grief</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 20:40:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[As seen on Good Morning America]]></description>
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		<title>Andrew</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 06:05:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[April 25, 1994 &#8211; March 24, 1995OUR ANDREW (Stinky Bum, Midget Man, Chitpot, Little Man, Andoo)Papa liked to lay on the floor and put you on his stomach and ask you for a &#8220;fly by&#8221;. You would throw your arms back and arch your back with your legs in the air and smile so big.You [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><center><a href="http://tbirdonawire.net/tbirdwp/wp-content/uploads/midgetman.gif"  title="midgetman.gif" ><img border="0"  src="http://tbirdonawire.net/tbirdwp/wp-content/uploads/midgetman.gif"  alt="midgetman.gif" /></a></center> <font face="comic sans ms" > </font><center><font face="comic sans ms" >April 25, 1994 &#8211; March 24, 1995</font></center><font face="comic sans ms" >OUR ANDREW (Stinky Bum, Midget Man, Chitpot, Little Man, Andoo)</font><font face="comic sans ms" >Papa liked to lay on the floor and put you on his stomach and ask you for a &#8220;fly by&#8221;. You would throw your arms back and arch your back with your legs in the air and smile so big.</font><font face="comic sans ms" >You didn&#8217;t like to be left alone at all. Even when someone was in the room you wanted to be the center of attention. You didn&#8217;t know how to play with your toys. You spent most of your time playing with your own hands. You liked to put both of them in your mouth all the time. You were able to hold your head up while you laid on your stomach, but not for very long periods of time. I called you my slinky. Your body wasn&#8217;t very strong yet so it was hard to hold you sometimes.</font><font face="comic sans ms" >You always had your hands clasped together, when they weren&#8217;t in your mouth, that is! You always slept with your left forefinger in your mouth. You slept a lot the first month. You&#8217;d stay awake about a half hour after each bottle then sleep for an hour or so. You still slept all night.</font><font face="comic sans ms" >The first thing Mama taught you to do was give raspberries. You loved to give raspberries! You loved your Papa too. Even if you were fussy for Mama, Papa could walk in the room and talk to you and your face would light up like a light bulb. You always had a special smile for Papa.</font><font face="comic sans ms" >You had lots of neat toys. You had a couple of favorites. There was the airplane that Charmaine got for you. It squeaked when you pushed the top. (Charmaine passed away in September of 1999 because of cancer. Say hello to her for us and let her know how much you loved your airplane.) You loved all your musical toys. You also had a popper that when you pushed the top, four colored balls would spin round and round.</font><font face="comic sans ms" >You slobbered so much! Everyone said you were teething, but it took three months before we saw your first tooth pop through. That was New Year&#8217;s Day.</font></p>
<p><font face="comic sans ms" >We were worried that the dog would scare you. You didn&#8217;t mind the dog at all. You loved to watch her tail wag. You would squeal with delight when you saw her. We would say, &#8220;Where&#8217;s the doggie&#8221; and you would look all around for her until you found her. You were fascinated by the ceiling fans (at least while they weren&#8217;t moving). You didn&#8217;t like them at all when they were moving.</font></p>
<p><font face="comic sans ms" >Papa said you should have been a girl cause you loved to look in the mirror. You had a musical crib light that was voice activated and played a lullaby. When we put you to bed you would lay your head down and look at the light and listen to the music. When it was ready to shut off it changed pitch and you always knew right when it was ready to shut off cause you would pick your head up, put your mouth on the speaker and scream so it would come back on. As soon as it came back on you would lay your head back down until the next time it was ready to shut off. You&#8217;d do that two or three times until you would finally fall asleep.</font></p>
<p><font face="comic sans ms" >At first we used to have to pat your butt to get you to go to sleep. You always needed to know that someone was there before you fell asleep. Then we found out that if we played country music you would settle down enough to fall asleep without so much patting. Eventually it was just enough for us to give you a good night kiss and stand there so you could see us if you looked up. You did like to have your back rubbed though. You played with the hair on the back of your head while you were trying to go to sleep. You had your head really scratched up from that. You used to reach high up to try and reach the mobile that was in your crib.</font></p>
<p><font face="comic sans ms" >You&#8217;d almost always wake up in the morning in a good mood. (Almost!) Papa and I used to lay in bed and wait for you to start talking before we&#8217;d go get you. We&#8217;d lay there and giggle when you&#8217;d start talking to the puffalump from Jean and Walt. Papa would bring you into our room and put you in bed between us. You loved the attention. Papa says that one morning when I wasn&#8217;t home you woke up and he heard you say &#8220;Oh My!&#8221;.</font></p>
<p><font face="comic sans ms" >You just kept getting bigger and stronger and we were so excited with each new accomplishment. You started playing with your toys and amusing yourself for longer periods of time. Sometimes you didn&#8217;t even notice when we left the room and when you did, most of the time you didn&#8217;t care. You started sitting by yourself once we sat you up. You liked that position cause you had a better view of the room than when you were on your stomach. You started rolling from your back to your stomach but never quite mastered rolling from your stomach to your back (unless of course it was an accident!) You started scooching all over the floor. We had to be careful when we left the room cause you would start out on your blanket but end up at the other end of the room by the time we got back. You would scooch to get a toy that was in front of the TV then look straight up in the air to watch the TV once you got there. You used to cock your head and grin and start to giggle when we&#8217;d imitate you.</font></p>
<p><font face="comic sans ms" >Football always got your attention when it was on TV. Even though Papa likes baseball, it wasn&#8217;t on TV yet. You liked cartoons if they were loud and colorful.</font></p>
<p><font face="comic sans ms" >The first time I heard you laugh out loud was when I was taking your pictures to put on our Christmas card. I was by myself and sat you up in the chair and had a stuffed bear that I would shake at you and say &#8220;GET YOU!&#8221;. You would giggle so hard you would topple right over like a weeble. That was so much fun. I got lots of good pictures that day. It was hard to take your picture sometimes cause I would get you to smile, but as soon as I put the camera in front of my face to take the picture you got confused and would make funny faces.</font></p>
<p><font face="comic sans ms" >The first time you reached for me was one day when we came home from work. Candy was holding you in the kitchen and I came out and started talking to her and you lunged forward with your arms outstretched for me to take you. I almost cried that day I was so happy.</font></p>
<p><font face="comic sans ms" >We took you to church and everyone loved you. They would all stop and say hello and get you to give them a big smile. There was one lady who sat behind us who would reach forward and rub your back until you fell asleep. You slept in church a lot at first. Then you started staying awake and competed with Rebecca for attention.</font></p>
<p><font face="comic sans ms" >You used your chin to play your musical toys. If you had two of them side by side you would take turns with each one turning them on when they would quit then going to the other one and making sure that one was on. You had a set of &#8220;keys&#8221; that you liked to put in your mouth behind your teeth and shake them like Tink shakes her towel. You&#8217;d do that with whatever you could get behind your teeth. You liked to roll your stuff end over end. You would take your popper and put it on its side then put it back up again. You also liked to shake your head &#8220;NO&#8221; when we&#8217;d ask you something.</font></p>
<p><font face="comic sans ms" >We&#8217;d put you in the highchair and you would start banging your toys on the tray. You liked to throw things on the floor too. We tried to give you a baby biscuit one day and you gave us the most awful face! We laughed so hard when you did that. You couldn&#8217;t wait to get that thing out of your mouth. The next day Papa tried to give you a cookie he was eating with icing on it and you made faces but you seemed to like it. He got worried when it dissolved enough and you almost choked on it. It was just a false alarm though.</font></p>
<p><font face="comic sans ms" >You made faces when we gave you a bath too. We would wet down your hair and the water would trickle in front of your face and you would cringe then smile when it quit. You were too busy holding on to the sides to splash the water. When we first brought you home we gave you sponge baths cause you would scream bloody murder when we tried to put you in the tub. We finally got you to the point where we would sit you up in the tub which you really liked.</font></p>
<p><font face="comic sans ms" >You would rather eat your glasses than wear them. You didn&#8217;t like your physical therapy at all but you loved your developmental therapy. The bright sun bothered you. You didn&#8217;t like the car seat until your back got strong enough. You didn&#8217;t liked to be rocked and held at first but then you liked it a lot.</font></p>
<p><font face="comic sans ms" >We loved coming home from work. Papa would walk in the door and yell MIDGET MAN! You&#8217;d turn to look for him and give him a great big smile and get all excited to see him. I loved to tickle you. You had the sweetest giggle. We used to call you Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. One minute you would be cranky and whining and we&#8217;d get down on the floor with you and you brighten up right away like you hadn&#8217;t been whining at all.</font></p>
<p><font face="comic sans ms" >We love you and miss you so much.</font></p>
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<p><center><font face="comic sans ms" > <a href="http://tbirdonawire.net/tbirdwp/wp-content/uploads/andrew1.gif"  title="andrew1.gif" ><img border="0"  src="http://tbirdonawire.net/tbirdwp/wp-content/uploads/andrew1.gif"  alt="andrew1.gif" /></a></font></center><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRyKg5xMaXA" ><click></click></a></p>
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<p>I know your life on earth    was troubled<br/>
And only you could know the pain<br/>
You weren&#8217;t afraid to face the devil<br/>
You were no stranger to the rain</p>
<p>Go rest high on that mountain<br/>
Son, your work on earth is done<br/>
Go to heaven a shoutin&#8217;<br/>
Love for the Father and the Son</p>
<p>Oh how we cried the day you left us<br/>
We gathered &#8217;round your grave to grieve<br/>
I wish I could see the Angel&#8217;s faces<br/>
When they hear your sweet voice sing</p>
<p>Go rest high on that mountain<br/>
Son, your work on earth is done<br/>
Go to heaven a shoutin&#8217;<br/>
Love for the Father and the Son</p>
<p>Go to heaven a shoutin&#8217;<br/>
Love for the Father and the Son</p>
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		<title>Compassionate Friends Worldwide Candle Lighting</title>
		<link>http://tbirdonawire.net/tbirdwp/2007/12/05/compassionate-friends-worldwide-candle-lighting/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2007 13:33:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In memory of our son Andrew. 3/25/1994 &#8211; 4/24/1995]]></description>
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<p>In memory of our son Andrew.</p>
<p>3/25/1994 &#8211; 4/24/1995</p>
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		<title>Lord, Carry Me Gently Today</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2007 13:44:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Lord carry me gently today. Because of the fragile state of my mind and body, The pain in my heart intensifies. A fleeting reminder of my son Rips open the wound of grief there. Pick me up lovingly in Your arms, And carry me this painful day. For my strength vanishes and Leaves me helpless [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lord carry me gently today.</p>
<p>Because of the fragile state of my mind and body,</p>
<p>The pain in my heart intensifies.</p>
<p>A fleeting reminder of my son</p>
<p>Rips open the wound of grief there.</p>
<p>Pick me up lovingly in Your arms,</p>
<p>And carry me this painful day.</p>
<p>For my strength vanishes and</p>
<p>Leaves me helpless beside the road of life</p>
<p>To perish.</p>
<p>Speak softly to reassure my heart</p>
<p>Of Your loving concern for me.</p>
<p>With it comes comfort for my broken life.</p>
<p>From Your own lips, allow me to hear</p>
<p>Your promises of hope as You carry me this day.</p>
<p>Lord, the storms of grief rage in my heart.</p>
<p>My soul is dashed against the rocks in the sea of life.</p>
<p>But as You carry me gently this painful day,</p>
<p>Peace from You finds its way into my life,</p>
<p>And with it comes a calm lull in the storm.</p>
<p>The grief and pain</p>
<p>From the death of my son</p>
<p>Still linger in my heart,</p>
<p>But with Your strength and help, Lord,</p>
<p>I can continue my journey in this world.</p>
<p>By Elizabeth Freeze</p>
<p>Greensboro, North Carolina</p>
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		<title>Words Can&#8217;t Adequately Express How I Feel</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2007 13:32:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Andrew would have been 13 on Wednesday, April 25, 2007. Would have been, because he died March 24, 1995 at the age of 11 months. While Andrew was with us, he had a nurse named Sarah that stayed with him while we worked. Sarah had a son named Eli. We heard a lot about Eli [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Andrew would have been 13 on Wednesday, April 25, 2007.  Would have been, because he died March 24, 1995 at the age of 11 months.</p>
<p>While Andrew was with us, he had a nurse named Sarah that stayed with him while we worked.  Sarah had a son named Eli.  We heard a lot about Eli while Andrew was in Sarah&#8217;s care.  Eli was the light of Sarah&#8217;s life.  He was a teenager at the time.</p>
<p>When Andrew died, Sarah was there for us as well.  She could not imagine what it was like to lose a child.  Today, I opened the paper to the obituaries, which I do every day, only to find Eli&#8217;s obituary there.  My mouth hit the floor and tears welled up in my eyes.   Eli was only 29 and died unexpectedly.  He died on Andrew&#8217;s 13th birthday.   Although it&#8217;s been 12 years for us, it seems like only yesterday Sarah and I talked about our sons.</p>
<p>My heart and prayers are with Sarah and her family today.    Words just cannot express my feelings&#8230;.</p>
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