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BLESSED ARE THE PURE IN HEART,
FOR THEY SHALL SEE GOD
MATTHEW 5:8

A SPECIAL LITTLE SPIRIT
"You're a Special Little Spirit," the all great Master said,
As he gently caressed the curly dark hair of the Little Spirit's head.
"You need to go to Earth to spend some time, you know,
A place I send most Spirits to be tested, to learn and grow."
The Little Spirit, in sadness, slowly bowed his head,
And from his eye a tear did steal and down his cheek it shed.
"Don't you fret now little one, I won't let you stay too long,
I'll bring you back to help me here,
You'll hardly know that you've been gone.
You're my choicest Little Spirit, you're the apple of my eye."
And He wiped the tear and gently kissed His Little Spirit good-bye.
"I'm back," the Little Spirit whispered, as he climbed onto his Master's knee,
And the Master said, "I told you, you would not be long away from me."
And then, the Lord, He noticed still another tear welled in his eye.
"Why are you so sad, Little Spirit, whatever should make you cry?"
"I'm glad I'm back," the Spirit said, "but Master you must surely know,
When your Angel came to get me, I didn't want to go.
I know you said you needed me and that I'd be gone the shortest while,
But Lord, couldn't I have had a little longer earthly trial?"
The Master let the Little Spirit slip down from off His knee,
He firmly took the little hand and said, "Come walk with me."
The Little Spirit and his Lord walked slowly hand in hand,
As the Master explained his special part in the great and marvelous plan.
"Now Lord, I don't mean to argue, I understand that you needed me home.
But I left in such a hurry, I left everyone hurting and so alone.
I didn't let my earthly parents know how much I loved them so.
I was much too small to tell them, Lord, how will they ever know?
They feel they've been cheated, and in a way, so do I.
Not getting to share any more than we did, how can I ever tell them why?"
"Little Spirit, I know your heart is heavy with this message you need to share.
But you need not worry anymore, I'll watch over your loved ones there.
I'll send them loving comfort as a strong and helping hand.
I'll content and give peace to their aching hearts, so they will understand.
The Little Spirit looked up at his Master and said
"Thank you for explaining it to me.
And could you please tell them I'm safe and happy and
That someday they'll be here with me."
"Yes," said the Lord with a smile and a nod, "I'll tell them all that I can."
Then the others came to see the Little Spirit, as the Lord let go of his hand.
He said, "I'll tell them you're pure, as pure as Heaven's Gold,
That I needed the warmth of your perfect soul to keep Heaven from getting cold."
--Author Unknown


In Loving Memory Of
Sarah Robbins
April 14, 1977
Returned to her Heavenly Father
April 14, 1977
Her parents only had her for three short hours,
But her memory will always be with them.

"LITTLE ANGLES"
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 one small child,
Who does so much to make our world, seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps 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 "good bye".
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind,
Must realize God loves children, Angels are hard to find.
- - Author Unknown


In Loving Memory Of
James Russell Herron, Jr.
June 13, 1981
Returned to his Heavenly Father
February 22, 1982
His parents only had him for a short time,
But he lives on always in their hearts.

The pain could be no greater,
As one lays a child to rest.
And He broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.



The Kilroy Side of the Family
GOD'S PROMISE
God loans us little children
To enrich and bless our lives,
To help us see the beauty of life
As seen through their little eyes.
Mary Jane Kilroy
October 29, 1923
to
July 7, 1929
Mary Jane lost her battle with Diptheria,
a battle little children don't have to fight anymore.

Don't think of her as gone away--
her journey's just begun
life holds so many facets--
this earth is only one
Just think of her as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years.
Think how she must be wishing
that we could know, today,
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.
And think of her as living
in the hearts of those she touched...
for nothing loved is ever lost�
ONLY THE BEST
and she was loved so much.
A heart of gold stopped beating,
two shining eyes at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove,
He only takes the best.
God knows you had to leave us,
but you did not go alone-
for part of us went with you,
the day He took you home.
To some you are forgotten,
to others just part of the past,
but to those of us who loved and lost you,
the memory will always last.
--Anonymous


Lawrence Donald Kilroy
January 28, 1928
to
February 2, 1928
If tears could build a stairway,
and memories were a lane,
I would walk right up to heaven
to bring you home again.
No farewell words were spoken,
no time to say good-bye,
You were gone before I knew it,
and only God knows why.
My heart still aches in sadness
and secret tears still flow,
What it meant to lose you,
no one will ever know.
~author unknown~

MISSING IN ACTION
John and his wife, Ruth
John Harold Kilroy
June 26, 1922
to
February 12, 1951
John was missing in action in the Korean War
He was declared dead as of the same date

Where are you Bill?

William Harold Kilroy
Bill has not been seen nor heard of
by his family since he was a young man.
He would now be 71 years old.

A message from my mother, Frances Ruth Hackworth
nee Wilkerson, who is still very much alive.
WHEN YOU FEEL THE WIND
I pray this message brings you hope,
when I've gone to a better place.
Think of me, and I'll be near,
when the wind blows upon your face.
You're the gifts I cherish most,
given from God above.
Always hold me dear to your heart,
and remember my undying love.
There will come a day when we meet again,
in a home not made by man.
I'll be waiting for you at heaven's gate,
waiting...to take your hand.
So when you feel a soft breeze blow,
and you're dreaming of another place,
remember, it's me whispering, "I love you",
when the wind blows upon your face.
by Deean G. Strecker

  
Graphics by Donna
Copyright© by Donna E. Kilroy, November 22, 1998
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