Heaven must be a beautiful
place.
This is the last page. But it is
not an end of the pain and grief.
That is something that will be
with us forever.

We have lost a child who was so
very special. She had a deep
faith in God and an abiding love
for her fellow man. She had a
very special wish....to teach
young children.

I can only pray that God has
given her that wish in heaven.

To her beloved mother, her
family and friends...she is not
gone. We will see her when we
see a child jumping into a
lake...when we see
cheerleaders...when we see a
young girl being kind to a small
child...

We will feel her when we hear
her favorite songs...many of
which are placed on this web
site.
We will feel her when we see
the flowers blooming...the birds
singing...a gentle breeze....and
perhaps a turbulent storm.

Will her light gently drop into
her mother's room in the shape
of a soft orb?

Will we hear the gentle tinkle
of a
bell in a special school setting
her Aunt Becky has set up in
her home as a memorial to her?


There is no denying she is with
us. She watches over us and I
feel is guiding some family
members to a happier and more
peaceful life.

God, please hold her in the palm
of your hand till we all meet
again.

I love you Brooke
Grandma Julie
It took many hours of pain,
crying, researching, and just
plain hunting to put this web
site together. So many things
had to be considered with each
addition.

I started out thinking it had to
have flashy beautiful pages.
Then I realized, this was not
Brooke and started over again.

With each page I had to
consider, is this Brooke, does it
say what I want it to say, will
it offend or hurt Carol or the
person for whom the page was
put together?

Then came the music. It was a
daunting task. It had to be just
right for the page and the
person who had a poem or
message on that page. And it
had to be in a much smaller
format than I had on my
computer. After that mission
was accomplished, I had to
choose the music.

Most of the music found on this
web site was music Brooke
loved. It was given to me by her
mother, her cousin Marie, and
her friends. A few songs I
bought because they seemed just
right.

The time I have spent going
through Brooke's pictures,
scrapbooks, and personal papers,
I would not trade for the world.
I have come to know Brooke and
the very special girl she grew
up to be in a way I had not been
able to before.
We all love and miss her so
very much.
Gma Julie