Angel Alex Memorial Website

Detail of a painting, "Night and Her Train of Stars" by Edward Robert Hughes (1851 - 1941)

How very softly you tiptoed into our world. Silently, only a moment you stayed.
But what an imprint your footsteps have left upon our hearts...

There are no words that can accurately explain what it feels like to hold your dead newborn.
It's like a stake through your heart.

We'll never forget the wonderful treatment we were offered by the nurses and staff
at "Desert Samaritan Hospital" in Mesa AZ.
They treated Alex with respect and love.

Not only they took pictures of him, they bathed him, cut a lock of hair
and dressed him with a cute angel diaper and bonnet.
They did not take him away until we all said our good-byes.

We'll love you forever, We'll like you for always.
As long as we're living, our baby you'll be.

He is buried in the baby section at the "Queen of Heaven Cemetery" in Mesa, AZ.
He has a lot of baby angel friends there.

My child is dead. Most of the time my mind remembers, it's only my heart that tends to forget.

We shared your moment, and love you dearly. Now you will remain our forever baby.

Two little cherubs, heavenly angels from above.
They flew away from our embrace, but left us with their love.

Dear Friend:

Go ahead and mention my child, the one that died, you know.
Don't worry about hurting me further, the depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry, I'm already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing the tears that I'm trying to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent, pretending he didn't exist.
I'd rather you'd mention my child, knowing that he has been missed.
You asked me how I'm doing, I say "pretty good" or "fine",
but healing is something on-going, I feel like it will take a lifetime.

Written by Elizabeth Dent

Now you belong to heaven, and the stars spell out your name...

It is not the will of the father, which is in heaven
that one of these little ones should perish...

I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chattered all the way,
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow
And ne'er a word said she;
But oh, the things I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me!

Just Say "I'm Sorry"

You don't know how I feel; please don't tell me that you do
There's just one way to know--have you lost a child too?
"You'll have another child"--must I hear this every day?
Can I get another mother, too, if mine should pass away?

Don't say it was "God's will"--that's not the God I know.
Would God, on purpose, break my heart, then watch as my tears flow?
"You have an angel in heaven--a precious child above."
But tell me, to whom here on earth shall I give this love?

"Aren't you better yet?" Is that what I heard you say?
No! A part of my heart aches and I'll always feel some pain.
You think that silence is kind, but it hurts me even more.
I want to talk about my child who has gone through death's door.

Don't say these things to me, although you do mean well.
They do not take my pain away; I must go through this hell.
I will get better, slow but sure--and it helps to have you near.
But a simple "I'm sorry you lost your child" is all I need to hear.

--Gail Fasolo--

Click Here to read the article that appeared on the Wall Street Journal about Alex's Web Page

If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to Heaven and bring you home again.