Pikku 1998

Pikku 2001

Pikku 2002

Pikku 2003

Pikku 2004

Pikku 2004

Pikku 2005

Pikku funeral 2005

 Pikku altar 2005

Für unseren geliebten Engel  Pikku

20/07/97 - 29/06/05 

Deine Eltern werden dich ewig lieben. Wir vermissen dich so sehr... du kannst es dir kaum vorstellen. 

Wir hoffen, dass wir dich eines Tages wiedersehen in diesem oder einem anderen Leben, da Liebe keine Grenzen kennt und was immer auch passieren mag, wir werden unzertrennlich sein. Dein Nest und deine Weinbeeren warten immer noch auf dich. Komme also bald wieder, unser geliebter Engel.

"Somewhere in time"

Somewhere in time together we are...
Pikku and I sitting under our star.

Somewhere in time together we'll be...
now and forever Pikku  and me.

Somewhere in time our world did not end...
Somewhere in time I'm still with my friend.

Somewhere our days have not passed us by...
Somewhere in time sit Pikku and I.

Together in time...
Pikku and I

source: Shoo Fly's memorial - adapted from the original

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...

source  PetLoss

"Thoughts of You" 

I often stop to think of you
throughout the busy day.
And when I stop to think of you
all sadness melts away.

For each time that I think of you
my heart begins to smile.
I often stop to think of you
and rest there for awhile.

Source: Shoo Fly's memorial

"The mistery"

Will you come to me in the snow, my love,
when the ground is barren...white?
Will you stay with me... right next to me...
Through the long cold winter night?
Will you come to me in the spring, my love,
when the trees begin to green?
When robins sing and flowers bloom with winter a passing dream?
Will you come to me in the sun,
my love, in the warmth of a summer day?
Will I look out my door...
you'll be there once more...
and this loneliness will pass away?
Will you come in the light of the October moon...
will you come to me in the fall?
But the mystery I'd say
of the first time that May
is that you came...
to me...
at all.

Source: Shoo Fly's memorial