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Memorial created 11-30-2007 by
Aubrey's Mommy |
Aubrey Lynn Klausing
June 21 2006 - November 30 2006 | | 
From the time that Aubrey was just a couple of weeks old, Brad always thought of her as his little monkey. It all started when Aubrey had her first pictures taken. She was only about two weeks old...and of course, she slept just about the entire time the photographer was working...only opening her eyes for the very first pose. One of the pictures the photographer took was of Brad holding Aubrey...her head was in the palm of his hand and her body stretched down his arm. And even though Aubrey was sleeping, she wasn’t just lying there flat...her arms and legs were curled around her daddy’s arm as if she were dangling from a tree. When the pictures came back and we showed them to people, Brad told everyone how he thought she looked like a little monkey in the picture. I always thought she looked more like a baby koala in the picture...but it didn't matter to her daddy. From that moment on, he rarely called Aubrey by her name...instead he always called her "Monkey."
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WHAT MAKES A DAD - Author Unknown
God took the strength of a mountain, the majesty of a tree,
the warmth of a summer sun, the calm of a quiet sea.
The generous soul of nature, the comforting arm of night,
the wisdom of the ages, the power of the eagle's flight.
The joy of a morning in spring, the faith of a mustard seed,
the patience of eternity, the depth of a family need.
Then God combined these qualities and when there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete, and so, He called it "Dad."
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MY DAD IS A SURVIVOR by Kaye Desaux
My dad is a survivor too, which is no surprise to me.
He's always been like a lighthouse that helps you cross a stormy sea.
But, I walk with my dad each day to lift him when he's down.
I wipe the tears he hides from others, the tears he cries when no one's around.
I watch him sit up late at night, with my picture in his hand.
He cries as he tries to grieve alone, and wishes he could understand.
My dad is like a tower of strength. He's the greatest of them all!
But there's times when he needs to cry...please be there when he falls.
Hold his hand or pat his shoulder...and tell him it's okay.
Be his strength when he's sad; help him mourn in his own way.
Now, as I watch over my precious dad from the Heaven's up above...
I'm so proud that he's a survivor and that I can still feel his love!
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DON'T CRY FOR ME DADDY - Author Unknown
Don't cry for me, Daddy, I'm right here.
Although you can't see me, I see your tears.
I visit you often; I go to work with you each day,
and when it's time to close your eyes, on your pillow is where I lay.
I hold your hand and stroke your hair and whisper in your ear.
If you're sad today, Daddy, please remember, I am here.
God took me home; this we know is true, but you'll always be my daddy even though I'm not with you. And even though I'm not with you, we'll never be apart; for everytime you think of me, please know I'm in your heart.
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FATHER & DAUGHTER - Author Unknown
The Lord designed with tender love the special bond they share...
shaped through both joys and tears by two who truly care.
Though time has passed and she has gone, they both can still recall...
a little girl with arms held out, so fragile and so small.
Sometimes their paths are not the same, but yet they never part...
for a father and his daughter live within each other's heart.
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Oh Father, Dear Father,
Close your eyes and feel me near. Keep me inside your heart. Let me live in your soul. You see through tears the things we will never do...running across the fields of my youth, games never played. But it is not gone...those dreams you hold so close, for I live on in every child you see - little ones standing alone...lost or laughing in a playground, swinging so high, touching the tree tops. That is I, wanting just to love.
And in the darkness, a light will appear...even if it is just the dawn signaling a new beginning. And as you gather my mother to your heart, release your tears. Let the healing begin and discover that I am here...in your dreams...in your tomorrows. Every rainbow is the path home and if you should stumble, I am the wings that shall lift you.
Love, your child
by Theresa Cochrane
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