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