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October 02, 2005


Yankee T

Aw, Moreena, it makes me so sad. I cannot imagine how it makes you feel, since I only just met Haley in your post. peace...


I don't know what to say.I'm so sorry.


I'm so sorry. May she rest in peace. Such a young girl to have touched so many. I hope someone caries on her dreams . . . my heart goes out to her family - and you too Moreena.tina


I am so sorry. May she and her family come to find peace. My prayers are with everyone touched by this beautiful angel.


I am always at a loss when I hears such news. How sad, and yet what a tribute to life she was. It sounds like she lived a deep life, if not a long one.Still, so sorry...

Beanie Baby

How tragic. I'm so sorry, for you and for her family.Have you ever read Connie Willis's novel "Passages"? There is a little girl in it (not quite 11) who is facing a fatal illness and, although I only know Haley from your post here, reminds me of her.



Phantom Scribbler

I'm so, so sorry.


I think we all (classkids family) where very heartbroken about this. Haley was a ver special little girl and will always be remembered, and her beautiful angel voice will always be heard.

Lisa and Aiden

Beautiful passage about Haley. I am missing her right now as I type this. Time to go hug our kids. No matter what I just sometimes want to stomp my feet and just cry, "It isn't fair!" But none the less, it is what we are dealt.hugs to you and your little angels

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Falling Down, November 2004

  • Balloon in hand, my 4-year-old
    twirled across the kitchen floor,
    singing nonsense words
    in her own key.
    "It's my gift!" she declared
    to the world at large, which
    was really only me,
    sitting at the table. Enough
    twirling, and she lost
    her balance, tumbling
    to the floor in a theatrical
    slapstick of elbows and knees.

    She lay on her back
    for a few seconds,
    at the textured ceiling
    with the mysterious
    spaghetti sauce stain.
    Suddenly she
    flapping her arms and legs
    there on the floor, as if to swish
    the imaginary snow
    into a snow angel.

    "Falling down is also a gift!" says she.

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