Memorial Wall

We have created this space to pay homage to, honor, and remember our little ones, family members, relatives, and loved ones we have lost recently or over the years. If you would like to add your memorial to our wall, please e-mail us and we'll add it to the wall. Please include all the pertinent information like names, dates, and a message if you like (please no more than 500 words, spell checked). We extend our deepest sympathies to your families. You can use the search below to find your specific memorial or browse through the pages.

In Honor of Baby Boy Baker

In Honor of Baby Boy Baker, Lost but Not Forgotten, February 1976. My name is Breanna, I am 22 years old, I have 2 older siblings and I would like to honor the brother I never got to get to know and the life that he gave up, so that I could have one. My mom and dad got pregnant shortly after my older brother was born. 3 children was all they wanted to have so my father got a vasectomy. At 12 weeks into the pregnancy, the baby boy went to Heaven. With much determination of my parents (mostly mom's part) and a reversal of dad's vasectomy, I was conceived and then born on April 24, 1981. If that baby boy would have survived, I wouldn't be here. I owe him and God everything for sacrificing his life so that I could have one of my own. I love him dearly even though we never knew each other and I will never forget him. There aren't enough words to describe what I feel when I think of the big brother I never knew and what He gave to me. Thank you so much. We all miss him and love him dearly.
   --Breanna

To my sweet angel babies

To my sweet angel babies


Even though you both were with us for such a short time, Mommy and Daddy love you both so much and miss you too. We pray everyday that you both are doing well in Heaven and are watching over us.
   --Nicky, Mom to babies that became angels on January 23, 2003 at 9 weeks and 2 days and July 23, 2003 at 4 weeks and 6 days.

In Memory of Zachory lost at 33 weeks, April 19, 1995

In Memory of Zachory lost at 33 weeks, April 19, 1995. 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.
--Author Joanne Cacciatore

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