We created this blog to tell the world about our beloved daughter Vitoria, who with acrania and anencephaly, lived with us for wonderful 9 months of pregnancy and exciting 2 ½ years of life outside the womb. May everyone know about her sweetness and tenderness. About her life, humanity and dignity. All the precious lessons learned with this little angel that God has sent us. It was a joy to have her with us. Vitoria still lives in our hearts and it will always be an honor to be her parents!
“But I am like an olive tree flourishing in the house of God; I trust in God's unfailing love for ever and ever”. Psalm 52:8
7/22/2012
Our ever loved Vitoria de Cristo
This is a another beautiful video, that our dear friend Claudia has done to our beloved Vivi ...
Claudia is a reader of Vitoria's blog in Portuguese, she lives in João Pessoa, Paraíba, in northeastern Brazil (we live in the southeast). Last year she came to São Paulo and came to visit us and meet her personally. At the end of the video there are two pictures of her with our beloved daughter. We are very grateful that she had prepared this lovely keepsake.
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An angel of the Book of Life
ReplyDeletewrote down my baby's birth
and whispered as she closed the book:
"Too beautiful for Earth"
My Mom is a Survivor
My Mom 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 mom,
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 mom tries to cope with death
by keeping my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her well
knows it is her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom
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 mom has a broken heart
that time won't ever heal.
(By Kaye Des'Ormeaux
October 15, 1998
Dedicated to the mothers who have
lost a child & have somehow survived.)