Connor Luke

&

Rhys Jake

LEANT NOT TO BUD ON EARTH BUT TO BLOOM IN HEAVEN.xx

This memorial website was created in the memory
of our beautiful boys, Connor And Rhys Bartlett
who were born in the United Kingdom on October 04,
2006 and fell asleep in our arms on October 22, 2006.
We will be forever grateful for those short 18 days, they may have been the worst but also the best, we met our sons and they will be forever cherished. Their loss has been felt by so many, the nurses cried with us and the family they have left behind are heartbroken, whether by those who met them or by those who didn't get the chance the empty space they have left in our lives will never be filled.
                                                           

                     LEAH HOPE

And updated on January 5th 2008
In Loving memory of our beautiful darling daugther Leah Hope Bartlett,
who came into our lives sleeping on 22nd December 2007.
After 27weeks of painful fighting our tiny, delicate little girl could give no more and entered into our lives as quietly as she left. Leaving us a picture of her which has been imprinted in our hearts and minds forever, loved by so many and missed always.

Thank you God for our treasures. XXX




You were so Young

I'll never understand it, It was all so very brief,
Why someone so little, the pain, the hurt, the grief,

At first I felt so bitter, Why?... I used to say,
God knew how much I loved you,
But still took you away,

I still miss you as much today, But now I understand,
God makes us and it's up to him,
When he takes us by the hand.

LITTLE ANGELS

When God calls little children to dwell with him above,
We mortals sometime question the wisdom of his Love.
For no heartache compares with the death of a small child,
Who does so much to make our world, seem wonderful and mild.
Perphaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold,
So he picks a rosebud, before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them, and so he takes but few,
To make the land of heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult still somehow we must try,
The saddest word mankind knows will always be "Goodbye".
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind,
Must realise God loves children, Angels are hard to find.

    
         Connor                  Rhys                    Leah            
         

                   
Twinkle Twinkle little stars,
You will be forever Ours.

God, Take This Child...
by Nancy Scott

Sweet child whom we never really got to know,
It's hard for us to let you go.
We waited and we wanted you.
We had so many dreams for you.

We think of smiles we'll never see.
We think of events that will never be.
There will be no first steps and no first teeth.
There is only a void and our own grief.

We planned to take you to places far and near.
We yearned to keep you safe and free from fear.
We hoped to show you much of your new world.
We wanted to teach you as your life unfurled.

It's hard to understand why you, our baby, died.
We feel so numb right now, many tears we've cried.
We have so many questions and no answers seem to come.
We tried so hard to save you, nothing could be done.

God we stand before you broken-hearted
and ask you to heal these lives that must be parted
from this little one we can no longer hold,
who will always be part of us, even when we're old.

God, take this child in your loving arms.
No more can she suffer any harm.
Bless her always and bless us too,
Be with us and help us to make it through.


                                         

  

   




                  My Children              
On the night God took you
I thought that I would die
I wondered where the time went?
I asked alot of whys??
With people all around me
I felt alone inside
From all their words of comfort
I couldn't seem to hide
I thought I might be dreaming
That I'd wake and find you here
I thought this can't be happening
As I wiped another tear
On the day that you were laid to rest
My heart broke yet again
I wondered if the pain would end?
But mostly wondered when??
It's hard to be without you
At times the days seem long
Sometimes I just sit crying
When theres really nothing wrong
I wish we'd had more time
Before your lives were gone
I hope your resting peacefully
My precious little ones.xx



THE BROKEN CHAIN  

We little knew that morning that God was going to call your names,
In life we loved you dearly, In death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you , the day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide,
And although we cannot see you, you are always at our sides.
Our family chain is broken and nothing seems the same, But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.


Just one phone call........

..........would help me sleep at night.xxx




''An Angel in the book of life
wrote down our babies birth
and whispered as she closed the book
too beautiful for earth''




                  
     
Ben misses you all, 
talks about you always and will always be proud of his two brave, strong brothers and beautiful little princess sister.xxx
                                                                 


What Is 'Normal'
Normal is having tears waiting behind every smile when you realise someone important is missing from all the important events in your familes lives.
Normal for me is trying to decide what to take to the cemetery for their birthday, christmas, valentines day and easter.
Normal is feeling like you can't sit another minute without screaming.
Normal is not sleeping very well because theres a thousand what if's and why's going through your head.
Normal is reliving that last night continuously through your eyes and mind.
Normal is staring at every mother who pushes a pram and wondering whether she has a baby boy and maybe at the same age as Connor and Rhys, then thinking what would they be like at that age and not being able to imagine it.
Normal is every happy event in my life always being backed up with sadness lurking close behind because of the hole in my heart.
Normal is telling the story of the death of my twins as if it were a everyday activity and then seeing the horror in someones face at how awful it sounds and yet realising it has become normal.
Normal is coming up with ways of honouring my boys memory and surviving each of those days.
Normal is my heart warming and yet sinking at the sight of their unworn clothes.
Normal is having people afraid of mentioning their names.
Normal is making sure others always remember them.
Normal is weeks, months and probably years after the initial shock, the grief still getting worse.
Normal is not listening to other people comparing anything in their lives to this loss unless it's the loss of a child, NOTHING, Even if your childs in the remotest part of the world but still breathing- it doesn't compare. Losing a parent is horrible but burying your children is unnatural.
Normal is realising I cry everyday.
Normal is being impatient with everyone and everything.
Normal is new friendships with another grieving mother, talking and crying together over our children and their lost lives.
Normal is being too tired to care if bills are paid, the house is clean and the laundries done.
Normal is wondering this time whether you are going to say I have 3 children not just 1, because you will never see that person again and it's not worth explaining that Connor and Rhys are in heaven and yet when you say you have one to avoid the problem you feel like you betray them both.
Normal is asking God why he took your childrens lives and not yours and then asking is there a God?
Normal is knowing I'll never get over this loss in a day or a million years.
and last of all
Normal is hiding all the things that have become 'normal' for me, so that everyone around me will think that I am 
Normal!



Please feel free to light a 
candle or leave a message, we love 
to hear from anyone who's taken the time to share in the memories of
"Our Angels Connor, Rhys & Leah"

 



         
       

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