This beautiful Christmas gift for Angel Robbie is from my dear friend, Linda, mom to Angel Tina.


In Loving Memory of
Robert Jacob "Robbie" Price McClure
February 23, 1989 - February 1, 2014


My Little Boy
by Loretta D McClure

Robbie is my little boy born to me with pain
In a million years I never knew the joy he would bring
I love him with all my heart and lullabies I sing.
I never knew the love a little boy could bring.
My little boy is sweet as sweet can be.
He can also be as mean as a snake, you see.
There's more love inside of him than you or me.
Brown hair and big brown eyes as cute as he can be.
The day he was born the Dr. said, It's a boy.
He laid him upon me, indeed there was such joy.
Each year when his birthday comes it's celebrated with a toy,
A birthday cake and friends for my little boy.
When Christmas time comes each year his eyes light so bright.
All the gifts under the tree, what a wonderful sight.
The Christmas tree all decorated with pretty little lights.
All for my little boy!




I remembered, even though I don't have any pictures of you on our last Christmas together, I can vividly remember
you opening your presents. Your stocking with my every year presents, and the 4 quarters your sister wrapped up
just because she wanted to give you something. The new hoodie that I wore every cold day since you where taken.
But most of all, I remember you being so excited for Christmas Dinner and waiting for that piece of pumpkin pie.
I'm so glad I was healthy enough to cook for you then....
I miss you so much my sweet little boy.
love, Momma






 






Our Children in Heaven are Making Music

Each time we hear the sound of music,
or smile at the ringing of chimes,
we stop to think of our precious children.
And the memories of these holiday times.

We see snow falling on the ground
and the beauty that it brings.
But our children see glorious sight of Heaven.
In the Angelic Choir where they sing.

They seem to make their own special music
to help ease our burdens at this time.
Each one of them play a musical instrument
while our tears put music to their rhyme.

We hear Christmas carols year after year.
Songs that still touch us so deep.
Oh, but it is no myth there is a Silent Night ...
A endless night without any sleep.

We hear the Little Drummer Boy play his drums
somewhere in the distance far away.
And in the other ear, we shall also hear
the harp another child plays.

Oh, our children make music echo.
And our tears make the words.
Together we harmonize to the sound of music
The most beautiful sound ever heard.

So as we celebrate this Christmas Season,
shall we forever look back on time.
And remember our children make the music.
While our tears put words to rhyme.

~Kaye Des'Ormeaux~ Copyright 2003
Dedicated to every parent who has lost a child.






   


The very purpose of Christ's coming into
the world was that He might offer up His
Life as a sacrifice for the sins of men.
He came to die. This is the heart of Christmas.

Evangelist ~ Billy Graham

 


 







TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
~For Bereaved Parents~

'Twas the month before Christmas
and I dreaded the days,
That I knew I was facing~
this holiday craze.
The stores were all filled
with holiday lights,
In hopes of drawing customers
by day and by night.

As others were making their holiday plans,
My heart was breaking ~ I couldn't understand.
I had lost my dear child a few years before,
And I knew what my holiday had in store.

When out of nowhere, there arose such a sound,
I sprang to my feel and was looking around,
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The sight that I saw took my breath away,
And my tears turned to smiles in the light of the day.
Whae what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a cluster of butterflies flustering near.
With beauty and grace they performed a dance,
I knew in a moment this wasn't by chance.

The hope that they gave me was a sign from above,
That my child was still near me and that I was loved.
The message they brought was my holiday gift,
And I cried when I saw them in spite of myself.

As I knelt closer to get a better view,
One allowed me to pet it - as it knew -
That I needed the touch of its fragile wings,
To help me get through the holiday scene.

In the days that followed I carried the thought,
Of the message the butterflies left in my heart -
That no matter what happens or what days lie ahead,
Our children are with us - they're not really dead.

Yes, the message of the butterflies still rings in my ears,
A message of hope - a message so dear.
And I imagined they sang as they flew out of sight,
"To all bereaved parents - We love you tonight!"
~ By Faye McCord, TCF, Jackson. MS






Christmas Poem

Christmas time in Heaven,
Is a spectacular sight to see,
As the Angels go around the world,
Gathering things to put on the tree.

They gather up some moonbeams,
They gather up some stars,
they even go a little farther,
To gather things from Mars.

And when the tree is ready,
You'll hear the Angels sing,
And somewhere in a distance,
You'll hear the Christmas bells ring.
Written by Judy Ryan







 







Holidays In Heaven

The Holiday Season is just not the same,
A smile is missing when saying one name.
For parents who’ve lost a daughter or son,
Nothing can bring back the delightful fun,
Of watching them talk, laugh, or just run.
The memories are all that we do have now,
We do go on…..only God knows how.
A New Year comes as midnight arrives,
Our Angels still a big part of our lives.
If only we could trade the presents we receive,
For one more day with those whom we grieve!
But nothing can bring back our beloved child,
The one that laughed, cried, and often smiled.
They are together in a much better place,
Watching us cry…..touching our face!
Although we miss them on Holidays to share,
Be assured their loving presence fills the air,
At home, in church, at New York’s Times Square!
So celebrating the Holidays are now hard to do,
But always remember they are thinking of you too,
Wishing you happiness and showing their love,
Not on this Earth, but from Heaven above!

Written by Dan Bryl, Lawrenceville, GA TCF
In Memory of his daughter, Jessica






 







I'm Spending Christmas With Jesus This Year
Author unknown

I see the countless Christmas trees
Around the world below
With tiny lights, like Heaven's stars
Reflecting on the snow

The sight is so spectacular
Please wipe away that tear
For I'm spending Christmas
With Jesus Christ this year

I hear the many Christmas songs
That people hold so dear
But the sounds of music can't compare
With the Christmas choir up here

For I have no words to tell you
The joy their voices bring
For it is beyond description
To hear the angels sing

I know how much you miss me
I see the pain inside your heart
For I'm spending Christmas
With Jesus Christ this year

I can't tell you of the splendor
Or the peace here in this place
Can you just imagine Christmas
With our savior, face to face

I'll ask him to light your spirit
As I tell him of your love
So then pray for one another
As you lift your eyes above

So please let your hearts be joyful
And let your spirit sing
For I'm spending Christmas in heaven
And I'm walking with the King.



 




Light A Candle

And I will light a candle for you.
To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew.
Like a beacon in the night
The flame will burn bright and guide us on our way.
Oh, today I light a candle for you.

The seasons come and go, and I'm weary from the change.
I keep on moving on, you know it's not the same.
And when I'm walking all alone
Do you hear me call your name?
Do you hear me sing the songs we used to sing?

And I will light a candle for you.
To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew.
Like a beacon in the night
The flame will burn bright and guide us on our way.
Oh, today I light a candle for you.

You filled my life with wonder, touched me with surprise,
Always saw that something special deep within your eyes.
And through the good times and the bad,
We carried on with pride.
I hold onto the love and life we knew.

And I will light a candle for you.
To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew.
Like a beacon in the night
The flame will burn bright and guide us on our way.
Oh, today I light a candle for you.




Robbie and his girlfriend Megan, when they were together for Christmas.








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This webpage is created
In Loving Memory of Robbie Price McClure
on November 20, 2014
Last updated: December 5, 2016
© 2014 - 2016




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