Jason PAUL Stowell

HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY

HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY JASON

hi son hope you have had a lovely birthday

we all wish you where here with us to celebrate


love you very very much and miss you more and more each day

lots of love & kisses

mummy & daddy

emma & sophie

mykel

and your nephew jason

xoxox

Mags (Mummy) June 24, 2009

hiya little star my bro, thank you for all those lovely angel hugs and kisses you sent me today i had a lovely birthday thanks to them and i caught them all.

love you to the moon and back

love
emma
xxx

Mags (Mummy) May 17, 2007

my little soldier man xxxx

Your time was not now
You were not meant for me
A soul to look after
A child not to be
You were a gift
From the lord up above
A gift of an angel
Given with love
You were so tired
Of life not yet had
An angel in waiting
You left us so sad
But i am so grateful
For the time we were given
And I know that you watch us
With the other angels in heaven.

xxx

Mags (Mummy) May 11, 2007

my darling little angel jason

God took him home, it was His will,
But in our hearts we love him still,
His memory is as dear today
As in the hour he passed away.
We often sit and think of him
When we are all alone,
For memory is the only friend
That grief can call its own

lots of love
mummy
xxxxx

Mags (Mummy) May 11, 2007

to jason i love you loads bro

How do you love a person
Who never got to be,
Or try again to see a face
You never got to see?
How do you mourn the death of one
Who never got to live,
When there's nothing to feel good about
And nothing to forgive?
I love you, little brother.
You're a person of the wind,
Free to be the memory
Of all that might have been.
I love you, little brother,
My companion of the night,
Wandering through my lonely hours,
Beautiful and bright.
What does it mean to die before
You ever can be born,
To live the lovely night of life
And never see the dawn?
Ah! My little brother,
You lived like anyone!
Life's a burst of joy and pain,
And then, like yours, it's done.
I love you, little brother,
Just as if you'd lived for years.
No more, no less, I think of you,
The angel of my tears.

Mags (Mummy) April 30, 2007

Jason paul lived his life within my womb.
Though brief, it was a rich, full life and good.
Each day I told him of my love in ways
Perhaps most intimate, my silent phrase
Heard in the heart directly, blood to blood.
Each life must be redeemed within its doom,
Needing only love to make it bloom.

Mags (Mummy) April 30, 2007

hi son,

just a wee bed time note hope you had loads of fun today playing in the sun on fluffy clouds with your sisters and all your angel friends.

we love you and miss you very very much jason, take extra special care of your sisters and watch over your baby nephew from up above as well as your sisters and brother.

love you always
mummy & daddy
xxxxxxxx

Mags (Mummy) April 28, 2007

jason,

to my beautiful lovely baby son, who would have thought that there would have been such a cruel twist of fate, i found out only months after losing your beautiful sister laura that i was expecting you, it was a gift of love from her or so it seemed, sweet baby, again my pregnancy was going to plan no ups or downs everything as it should have been until yet again it would seem i was going to have problems, after a routine checkup at the daycare clinic i attended with you, it seemed again you werent growing as you should be i was 25/26 weeks gone when i was told i had syptems of pre-eclampsia again and was again admitted into ward 20, to make it worse i was in the same bed the same week as i was a year previously but thought nothing of it maybe laura would be watching over you from above.
again i had daily checks and scans and it was after such one that prof greer spoke to daddy and me and told us that your life was in the hands of the gods and that you had stopped growing altogether and that it was up to you to fight for survival, not wanting to have to stay in the hospital waiting for bad news i asked if i could go home and attended the daycare clinic as i had been which prof greer agreed to.
we went home jason not to our home but to your grans and attended as we said day care on a day to day plan but things were not looking good for you son it was like you had given up and had no fight,
i had gone home and daddy came in from work and i went in for a bath as i normally did and sang and spoke to you eggin you on to get stronger and daddy was with us too jason.
you started to wriggle about a wee bit something you hadnt really been doing much, thats a boy we said try and fight try little man try, but then you gave one last big stretch and you were gone.
a scan the following morning confirmed this to us you only lasted about a week or so after we had been given the bad news, almost a year to the day we lost your sister only a week apart we lost you too.

it would seem that fate was not going to be good to us.

we love you jason, how mykel talks about you about what you 2 brothers could be doing just now playing football and talking boy stuff lol he misses not having a big brother.

we all miss you and love you so very very much jason, you would have been 14 this year and doing all the things a boy should be lol and as mykie said you'd be playing football the celtic way


love you always and forever

mummy
xxx

Mags (Mummy) April 14, 2007

My Mum is a survivor,
Or so I've heard it said.
But I can hear her crying at night,
When all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night,
And go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her,
To help her understand.
But like the sands on the beach,
That never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mum,

Who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others...
A smile of disguise!
But through Heaven's door I see,
Tears flowing from her eyes.
My mum tries to cope with death,
To keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her knows,
It is her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mum,
Through Heaven's open door...
I try to tell her that angels,
Protect me forevermore.
I know that doesn't help her...
Or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit her...
And show her that you care.
For no matter what she says...
No matter what she feels,
My surviving mum has a broken heart,
That time won't ever heal.

Nchola Jamie Henderson Long Mummy April 12, 2007