Heaven is taking care of our beautiful Angel. The love of this delicate sparrow flutters within us. Until we meet again. Smile

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Our Heavenly Angel

What a magnificent day as the sun began its warm escalation high into the sky. An anticipating miracle transformed the lives of those that touched the magic of love. The announcement of the dawning of an adorable baby girl opened many hearts with a beautiful soft cry. It sounded so feeble and yet it screamed tranquil perfection. The name chosen for this beautiful baby girl resonated of heavenly glory. Oh how beautiful was the name Morgan.

She was the most wonderful blessing in disguise. She was a tiny creation and her presence possessed a magnitude of pure joy.

Morgan delivered a distinct cry, one that I would have exchanged to this very day with the small price of an arm or leg so the harmony of her voice could be enjoyed once again. She appeased the lives of those around her with a delight that could never be measured or compared to anything imaginable. She brought out the gentle innerness of every individual that was touched by her presence.

Morgan beamed the unique feelings of hope and gave incessant reasons to all for feeling the great appreciation of being given a chance to walk a heartening mile on earth each and every day.

The wonderment of the overabundance of Morgan’s love that sprouted from her wee little heart continuously gave warm delight to the hearts of the many loved ones in her life. Morgan’s first few hours of life were unwavering and swift.

In a flash before your eyes, her little heart took an unexpected beating making it very unpleasant for her unblemished existence. Time was not on Morgan’s side. God in one moment gave the world a blessed child so innocent and pure.

Unfortunately she had become feeble with a little heart full of an infinite abundance of love that kept her with us for as long as Morgan’s journey would take her.

Her unbelievable strength to hold unto living was praiseworthy. Oh to have an ounce of that precious desire to live the full life of a healthy soul. Morgan was not well as many were healthy.

She persistently struggled to conquer the odds of many health distractions but in very diminutive doses. A wish of perfect peacefulness in place of her unremitting pain would be the perfect unconditional gift to bestow upon her.

Morgan’s delicate little fingers of piano playing potential were the sweetest delightful sights. Her little tiny button of a nose was so kissable.

She enjoyed little touches of gentle presence embracing her in a protective cocoon so she could rest her heart for brief periods of time. Morgan would open her deep brown eyes melting the hearts and souls of anyone who shared her space. Her petite face would present an awaiting soft grin but it would soon become distant as the discomfort of pressure within her lovely little chest took over.

Hearts were heavy. No matter how hard it was to witness his pain, hiding the shadows of our pain became quite veiled. Morgan’s struggle to survive became our strength to love her more.

The immediate flight of our little angel was apparent as she was being delivered into the hands of professional medical staff in hopes and prayers that she could be renewed once and for all. Family, friends and loved ones sat in circles in complete silence as thoughts and emotions hovered over all things important in their lives.

One moment Morgan appeared in the dawn of a new day and in what seemed like a flash she was discharged into a world of confusion and apprehension. Infinite time condensed to a complete standstill. Miracles happen every day and maybe one would surely happen to Morgan.

The significant and delicate angel would soon be under the medical lights with his body opened to a new chance for a new lease for a healthier life.

Morgan was surely entitled to and yet seemed to be neglected of the joys and pleasures of a young life. The power of prayers was stronger than ever and then the phone rang. It was an unambiguous sound that quavered the silence of many. Listening attentively to the response of Morgan’s operation offered flowing tears of relief, delightful hands sealed in thankfulness.

For one more moment of silence, hearts and souls were once again reminded of just how beautiful and blessed it was to be alive at that very moment.

The family departed quietly to rejoin in oneness with their loved ones at home. The days passed tolerably as each person waited for the beautiful angel to be delivered in our open arms. We could once again envelop the love and appreciation of such a wonderful little piece of heaven.

The smothering began and little Morgan could feel the love above the pressures of the love in her heart. Her body was that of a tiny doll. Her delicate cries were tranquil for a while but soon Morgan’s heart would develop with her growing body and yet another inevitable trip would be scheduled.

Many thanks for her growth each day was apparent yet with every moment of her happiness and illuminating smile there seemed to be a casting of shadowed pain lurking in the horizon of her young life. To touch Morgan was like a soft cloud of feathered love.

Morgan attempted the desire to smile continuously. This immeasurable effort was generating this unconditional need to embrace her with the utmost gentleness. We had hoped and prayed that our undying love would make her calm creating a personal bond. Songs of sweet heaven filled her little ears as she rested peacefully in the arms of the family.

The gentle rocking of togetherness would only linger for a finite moment but in those moments tears of joy would settle in our eyes as we coddled in her closeness. The age old question would pass through our minds praying for a miracle to the higher power.

‘Why does such an innocent little child have to suffer so much when all she wanted was to live and breathe fun and laughter every day?

All Morgan wants is to enjoy all that God has to provide her and to enjoy it all to her heart’s content’.

There were moments that Morgan’s little mouth would turn into a surprising smile but it was soon mistaken for the misunderstood inescapable sign of inner pain.

Morgan was a strong little sparrow with wings to fly and yet they were clipped keeping her from soaring high to the many beautiful places that she deserved to visit. A place to play, laugh and share endless hours of life for as long as she could bear the joy. Morgan slowly entered her second year of life with continuous success. Family outings were frequent. She scarcely touched the ground with her flights from one embrace to another.

The constant touching, holding and laughter would overwhelm Morgan. Then we could witness the melody of her sweet voice filled with exhausted sounds of crying and pure love exhaustion.

There were no intentions of distressing her with so much kindness. It was soon apparent that too much cuddling and embraces of love and affection was having noticeable affects in the crowding of her little space.

There was the unawareness of signs of doing the unexpected good instead of offering the anticipating betterment. A lesson soon learned as we struggled to space our love just a smidgen. We found the comfort zone and so the rest of the year a newfound happy medium was to be had.

Morgan smiled with her lovely little lips, perky enough to allow the cutest little laughs escape continuously as she watched the children around her jump for joy. Morgan seemed to comprehend her limitations although she would push herself forgetting her limitations at times.

It was then she would stop on a dime and crawl up in someone’s arms in search for a safe haven until she regained energy. The picture perfect day that will always remain a forever recorded moment for all who witnessed the perfect joy.

Morgan had a friend, a companion, an annoying cousin Sean. He, in his own little way found pleasure in offering subtle yet annoying teasing gestures. He got great pleasure in hearing Morgan call out to his mother knowing someone would come running immediately to save the day.

Morgan and Sean had an agreeable yet unusual relationship and it was no secret to the family and friends. A secret and yet a profound plan they must have concocted together in order to drive everyone insane.

When anyone was looking in on the picture of their playtime one could constantly catch moments when they actually looked like a retired couple rocking in chairs and sharing stories that had no substance. It certainly gave them the joy of laughing, arguing or just plain boring.

When Morgan and Sean became aware of silence they soon put their attention on focussing in and creating a plan to draw any adult near that would certainly come running to the rescue of separating the two. It was happening all too often and although they may have thought they had one up on the adults, their gig was up.

It was not long after that that their best times became their separated times. Their personalities became quite a struggle for supremacy. There was always a tug of war with toys, the dominance of the strongest will and the battle of who could scream the loudest making the other back off.

It was quite entertaining for those who witness the battles from the foreground. Soon the wonderful sounds of early childhood became quite different. Morgan’s cries were appearing that of a wounded soul. It was an all too familiar sound from not long ago.

Just when life was coming along well for the sweet angel a fast turn delivered her health into a downhill direction. Her growth was alarmingly improving but to our ignorance in assuming her battle of living was of the past never to appear again.

Without a hint of the reappearing battle of her heart struggled to pump a healthy beat for her growing body. Morgan’s little heart valve that gave her beating health was not growing with the rate of her body.

The dreaded yet promising operation, to enlarge the valve giving Morgan the needed extension to live a full and decent life, was soon upon her.

It was like yesterday that Morgan faced the horrific dilemma of a life-saving operation only to become a thing of the past. Now the past was facing his present. It was way too much for a little sparrow to handle and yet Morgan had the strength of an ox. The strength was in her will to bring in a new day without ever having to think of what may happen moments ahead of her.

It was the innocent way of how a true infant thinks. Morgan seemed to have faith in everything and everyone and not comprehending the slightest idea of what God had in store for the rest of her delicate life.

Everything happened so abruptly. Morgan’s heart was more demanding now. It was robbing her of what strength she had. The hospital seemed to become this dark building that made one dread to ever visit again. The halls appeared dismal and the room they kept the little angel in was quiet and daunting.

I premeditated my visit to the little sparrow in hopes to reassure her that all would soon be over. Morgan would once again be able to grasp onto the amazing flight into her well-deserved childhood picking up from where she had left off.

The walk down the secluded hallway was disheartening which lead to the very spot where Morgan lay in the arms of other loved ones tired from hours of awakeness. Family members were offered time for replenishment. The family stepped out for a well needed cup of coffee.

Morgan was continuously held with love and the desire to bond was so overpowering once again. Although her heart was heavy the little sparrow was placed so gently in the embrace of undying love.

She was rocked with the low humming sounds of infant songs learned from Sunday school days gone by. The songs were soothing for a short while. Without notice the little sparrow fluttered in pain and the sounds of her inner pain filled the room. I continued to hold Morgan as gentle as fine china. Even if it felt right to us, her little body found the embraces were like a crushing force around the very body that kept her heart protected from harm’s way.

The whimpering of innocence became mingled with excruciating pain that even the strongest of family members could not protect Morgan from the unconceivable force turning against her.

Morgan was immediately swooped from our embrace and flown away once again to the professional medical field miles and miles away. She was present one moment and in the next moment she was transported across the skies with great swiftness.

The one beautiful blessing would soon be sanctioned to the surroundings of professional medical staff in hopes that they would make Morgan whole forever more. The staff of the Children’s Hospital celebrated Morgan’s third birthday. There was an extremely important scheduled operation in the midst and immediately to follow would be the wonderful time of fun and merriment.

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