In Loving Memory of
Noah Jordan Hunley
Born to Heaven on May 1, 1997
In Memory of my son, Noah Jordan Hunley,
who went to Heaven on May 1, 1997
He has been gone 20 years, but I still feel the pain and emptiness
that I did when he left me...
Here is the only ultrasound picture of the baby. You can't tell much about it but it's all I have.
Thank you to my dear friend Sheri for doing such a fantastic job of framing this for Noah's web page!
Angel of my Tears
How do you love a person
who never got to be,
or try to envision 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, my little baby,
my companion of the night.
Wandering through my lonely hours,
beautiful and bright.
What does it mean to die before
you ever were born,
to live the lovely night of life
and never see the dawn?
Ah! My little baby,
you lived like anyone!
Life's a burst of joy and pain.
And then like yours, it's done.
I love you, my little baby,
just as if you'd lived for years.
No more, no less, I think of you,
the Angel of my tears.
This special gift for Angel Noah is from my friend Marie.
You can visit her website for her son Rob here ~ Rob Northrop's Site.
This lovely gift for Angel Noah is from my friend Janet.
These are two beautiful and loving gifts for Angel Noah from my dear friend, Carol, mom to Angel Michael.
May 1, 2003
For just today
Can I hold you in my arms
And count every finger and toe
For just today
Can I smell your sweet hair
And kiss your little forehead
For just today
Can I sing you a lullaby
And feel you sleep in my arms
Just for today
Can I tell you that
Today you were born
For just today
Can God take back
that one day you became an angel
For just today
Can I forget the pain of that one day
And have you here with me
My baby boy Noah was due December 1, 1997, but he went to Heaven instead
on May 1, 1997, at 11 weeks gestation.
Some people only dream about angels,
I carried one in my womb.
IT WAS A BABY TO ME...
I found out that I had lost my baby after the 1st attempt to hear the fetal heart beat. It was Thursday, May 8, 1997.
When the nurse went to get the doctor, I knew something was wrong. I prayed so hard
but deep down I knew I had lost him. Dr. Horne said "Iím sorry,
his heart stopped beating a week ago." My baby had died May 1st and I had nothing else to do
but try to understand what the doctor was saying and what had to be done.
I guess I went into shock because I don't remember much.
D&C and suction on Monday kept going through my mind, I remember him saying.
Because of infection we have to get the baby out. It sounded so much like an abortion
that I just had to get out of his office.
I cried so hard and was so thankful that my best friend Rogetta was with me.
She cried with me because she knew how much this baby meant to me.
Sometimes I wonder if Rogetta wasnít with me, I donít think that I would be here today.
She let me talk and she listened. I thank God for her
and how she allowed me to grieve, and I know she is still there for me.
After getting home that day, neighbors and friends called and wanted to ask
what the doctor said and if he could tell what it was. It was so hard
to tell them that I had lost the baby and that I felt my life was over too.
On Friday, May 9th, I had to go to the hospital and have blood work.
Everyone acted like it was nothing and laughed and cut-up.
My baby was dead doesn't anyone care? Shock kept me going, I couldnít bear to think.
On Saturday May 10th, I moved furniture and cleaned house. I still felt ok
and when no pain or blood came, I believed the doctor was wrong and my baby
was still alive. I had talked my self in believing this.
On Sunday, May 11th, I laid in the bed and cried for hours. Dale cried with me
and promised me we would try again. Those words kept me going.
Little did I know he only said it because it was what he thought I wanted to hear.
His mind was already made up... No more children.
When Monday May 12th came I had to go back to the hospital.
I still didn't believe he was dead because I still had morning sickness.
I called the doctor and asked him to do another ultrasound because
I didn't think my child was dead. He said ok, but when the picture came on the screen
there was no heart beating. Little buds for fingers and toes that would never form.
His soul had already gone back to Heaven. I knew now that I was no longer expecting a baby.
I had to plead to the doctor for a picture. He didnít want to but he did.
My little baby had already started to deteriorate.
After the D&C, I had to go home. Blood was running down my legs
and I still was in shock. Why my baby? Please someone help me.
No one told me how I would feel returning home and not be pregnant.
Depression and a broken heart was all that remained. Still to this day,
17 years later, I'm still not over it.
What I eventually found out was that no one cared. I was told that
I was not the first to suffer a miscarriage and surely would not be the last.
Some even told me that it was only cells, that the baby hadn't formed yet.
How cruel some can be. No one would talk about
what I had went through or let me cry. I was having a emotional breakdown
because I knew this was my last chance. I was so crazy in love with this child
that life didn't seem important anymore.
This was a death in the family. Just because he didn't have a funeral
or was buried, he is still my baby, My 4th child.
For 11 weeks he gave me lots of joy, anticipation, hopes, and dreams that I will always cherish.
My husband told me he didn't want any more babies, so that was it.
I felt the life leave my body and has never returned. My heart is broken
and I'm a shell of a woman. I live behind a mask and live day by day.
Depression still controls my life and it will only leave when Jesus takes me home.
Then all my troubles will be over.
In Memory Of My Unborn Son
Noah Jordan Hunley
Written by his mother on March 8, 2006
This poem brings back so many memories of the hateful things people said to me. No one would let me cry or just lend a ear so I could talk about how hard losing Noah was. I wanted him so bad. There's an empty place in my life that no one can fill. I did have one friend, Rogetta, that held my hand that day and cried with me. She was with me when I found out I lost him, and she still talks about him today. I will always love her for this. She knows that I was never the same after that day. I will never understand why he didn't make it. The words in this poem are words that I have lived with for many years.
A red Cardinal comes everyday and sits on my back porch. I always say "hi Noah" mommy's glad to see you. I get joy from this. It's all I have in this world.
The red Cardinal lands on the top of the grill and slides down to the handle, flies back up and does this 2 or 3 times. I know it does this to get my attention, and it does.
I know it is my baby Noah saying, "mom, I'm ok."
Even though I never knew you I really
feel like I've known you forever. I dream
about you and what you might look like in heaven.
When I came home from school that day, Mommy was crying
told me that you had no heartbeat.
I hugged her and she told me that she loved me.
I was just in headstart and I didn't understand
special you really were.
Today, mommy still cries for you and I know that
thinks about you all the time. Nobody ever thinks about you
mommy and I do. We know that Jesus loves you and
great care of you. At least you have your other family members
in heaven. Say hi to Papaw, Old Ma, Granny, and especially Jesus
I love and miss you little brother
IN LOVING MEMORY
OF NOAH JORDAN HUNLEY
BORN: MAY 1, 1997 DIED: MAY 1. 1997
Losing you was such a hard thing to go through
You brought joy to my life
And I will always love you
But God loves you more than I will ever understand
He reached into my womb and carried you up in his hands
For it was his perfect plan
To save you from a world of sin that you will never know
A world that Jesus died for a long, long time ago
And I know that sin is not the only thing that you will never know
There are other things that kids like me had to suffer through awhile
Like bullies in your classroom who call you names,
but itís just for show
No mean teachers for you, my child
For Iím sure god has taught it all
No scraped knees and band-aids, for you will never fall
You will never have peer pressure, like smoking, sex or beer
No starving yourself, comparing yourself, of feeling that youíre fat
Satanís lies have no place in your life
so you donít have to worry Ďbout that
No bad dates, spouse complains, or long, hard tiring job
Your work is perfect -praising God all day and singing his songs
Never will you see a life filled with war and hate
For up in Heaven thereís perfect peace that right now I canít relate
No sickness, no pain, no sad good-byes, no tears coming from your eyes
And most of all, you will never have to watch a loved one die
For God, your perfect Father, will never leave your side.
And although I long to hold you in my arms and see you smile,
I know my pain and emptiness will only last awhile.
For I know that God is perfect, all-knowing, loving and true.
He took you home to be with him, for he wants the best for you.
And even though I still ask ďwhyĒ and feel sad every day
I know a time will come when God will bring me home with you to stay.
And when Iím finally there, what a reunion that will be
For face to face, Iíll see my perfect, Heaven child
Who is truly Godís gift to me.
Yesterday, I cried.
I came home, went straight to my room,
sat on the edge of my bed,
kicked off my shoes, unhooked my bra,
and I had myself a good cry.
I cried until my nose was running all over
the silk blouse I got on sale.
I cried until my ears were hot.
I cried until my head was hurting so bad
that I could hardly see the pile of soiled tissues
lying on the floor at my feet.
I want you to understand,
I had myself a really good cry yesterday.
Yesterday, I cried,
for all the days that I was too busy,
or too tired, or too mad to cry.
I cried for all the days and all the ways,
and all the times I had dishonored, disrespected,
and disconnected my self from myself,
only to have it reflected back to me in the way others
did to me the same things I had already done to myself.
I cried for all the things I had given, only to have them stolen;
for all the things that I had asked for that had yet to show up;
for all the things I had accomplished, only to give them away,
to people in circumstances, which left me feeling empty
and battered and plain old used.
I cried because there really does come a time when
the only thing left for you to do is cry.
Yesterday, I cried.
I cried because little boys leave their daddies;
and mommies and daddies are forgotten in their grief.
Daddies and mommies don't know what to do ...
sad, scared, lost and alone.
I cried because I had a little boy,
and because I was a mommy who was left behind
and didn't know what to do,
and because I wanted my little boy to be there with me so badly
'til I ached.
Yesterday, I cried.
I cried because I hurt. I cried because I was hurt.
I cried because hurt has no place to go
except deeper into the pain that caused it in the first place,
and when it gets there, the hurt wakes you up.
I cried because it was too late.
I cried because it was time.
I cried because my soul knew that I didn't know
that my soul knew everything I needed to know.
I cried a soulful cry yesterday, and it felt so good.
It felt so very, very bad.
In the midst of my crying, I felt my freedom coming,
Yesterday, I cried
~ Author unknown
This is the picture that I received when I first lost the baby.
I can't remember the group's name but I think it was Angel Babies.
I am doing so much better and I always want to keep what little I have of the baby that was not meant to be.
can you hear the pain?
My heart can tell you things
that my mouth cannot utter.
The mask I wear shows a smile.
It says that I am fine.
But the pain deep within.
You were taken so quickly,
there was no time for good-by
In one quick breath your life was gone
Seasons come, bringing forth flowers' bloom.
Seasons go and blossoms wane.
You, dear child, live in my heart,
and there, you will never die.
Come Closer, come closer,
listen to my heart.
I remember; I will always remember.
you are there.
~ Author unknown
I carried you so lovingly,
Within my gentle womb...
And little did I realize,
Your life would end too soon.
I never got the chance to say
"I love you, little one"...
Before I held you in my arms,
Your life on earth was done.
The grief is indescribable,
To lose a child this way...
All the many hopes and dreams,
Just vanished on that day.
I know I'll see the sun shine bright
Upon my baby's face...
When I finally get to heaven,
All my pain will be erased.
We'll soar the skies together,
As angels two by two...
Weíll have a sweet reunion
This mother's dream come true.
Child Of My Heart
Clothes that will not be worn
Toys that will not be loved
Diapers that will not be wet
Rooms that will not be shared
A face that will never be seen
A memory that will always be kept
Child of My Heart
I'll not hear your laughter
Nor dry your tears
I'll not help you to walk
Nor stop you from falling
I'll not hold your hand
nor let it go
I'll not share your joys
Nor chase your fears away
I have only the memoriesÖ
Of a life that never lived
You Did Exist
Why do I mourn
The loss of this faceless child?
Why do I long
To hold your tiny body against mine?
Why do I cry
For this baby that was never really named?
You were only there but a short time,
But long enough for me to fall head over heels in love.
Such an impact you had on my life,
Because of you, I'll never be quite the same.
No pictures of you do I carry,
Not knowing if you were a he or she;
But with the knowledge that you did in fact exist.
Why do I mourn?
Because you were my baby.
Why do I long?
Because I wanted you so badly.
Why do I cry?
Because I never had a chance to name you.
You were real,
Even if you existed a brief time.
I fell in love with you...
Because you did exist.
And in my heart you will be forever ALIVE.
Submitted by Jupie
Please visit this site in memory of Lisaís son Derek ~
Derek Alan's Page
The poems and tags below and also the "Noah" letters are gifts for Noah from my dear friend, Pammi.
An Angel's Kiss
We go through life so often,
not stopping to enjoy the day.
And we take each one for granted,
as we travel on our way.
For in your pain and sorrow,
an Angel's kiss will help you through.
This kiss is very private,
for it is meant for only you.
We never stop to measure,
anything we just might miss.
But if the wind should blow by softly,
you'll feel an Angel's kiss
A kiss that is sent from heaven,
a kiss from up above.
A kiss that is very special,
from someone that you love.
So when your hearts are heavy,
and filled with tears and pain,
and no one can console you,
remember once again...
About the ones you grieve for,
because you sadly miss.
And the gentle breeze you took for granted,
was just AN ANGEL'S KISS.
Hugs From Heaven
When you feel a gentle breeze caress you when you sigh,
It's a hug sent from Heaven from a loved one way up high.
If a soft and tender raindrop lands upon your nose,
It's just a little angel's kiss as fragile as a rose.
When you hear a song that fills you with a feeling of sweet love,
It's a hug sent down from Heaven from someone special up above.
If you wake up in the morning to a bluebird's chirping song,
It's music sent from Heaven to cheer you all day long.
If tiny little snowflakes land upon your face,
It's a whisper sent from Heaven all trimmed with angel lace.
So let your heart be joyful if you're lonely, my dear friend,
Hugs that are sent from Heaven a broken heart will mend.
In Loving Memory of Noah
A little spirit never to be forgotten
"A Life so Brief, A child so small,
you had the power to touch us all"
Truly my heart goes out to you
An ANGEL gone but for sure not
A SPECIAL ANGEL IN HEAVEN
In Loving Memory of Lee Henry Aguilera
My ANGEL Son Michael
Noah has a star on Heavenly Lights. Please click the Back button below
and scroll to the bottom of the page to see Noah's star ~
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to visit this page as well ~
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This webpage is created In Loving Memory of Noah Jordan Hunleyon April 16, 2003
Last updated: May 2, 2017
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Maria's Tribute to Christopher
A small gift for Angel Noah's family. May God bless and comfort them.
GEOFFREY P. EDWARDS
Noah Allen Gray ~ Born An Angel