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Justin's funeral was April 30th in Great Bend. His Godparents are his Aunt Pam Truan and our friend, Father Greg LeBlanc. The funeral was a beautiful celebration of Justin's life, with his baptismal ceremony completed in the presence of his family and godparents.
We know that we will all see Justin again one
day. We wish that others would have been able to
see and hold him....as even in death, he has
touched so many lives.
Mommy and Daddy miss you, Dear Angel. We look
forward to the time when we can hold you again.
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Mommy and Daddy lost another precious Angel on
September 17, 2004. "Her" due date was on April 27, 2005, Justin's birthday. Mommy is so sure that the baby was a girl but our little baby will be known as Angel Baby H. We are very saddened by the loss of this child and although we don't understand God's will, we know that we will see "her" again someday.
We miss you little one. Go with Jesus.
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On November 3, 2005, we welcomed a new baby sister into our family! Kara Therese Haselhorst was born, weighing 7 pounds, 14 ounces. She has a full head of dark hair and is absolutely beautiful. Thank you dear Justin and Baby H. for watching over your sister! Matthew and Allison are excited that she is here, too!
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PRAYER FOR A FAMILY
God of goodness and mercy, to your fatherly
protection we commend our family, our household
and all that belongs to us. We entrust all to
your love and keeping. Fill our home with your
blessings as you filled the holy house of
Nazareth with you presence.
Above all else, keep far from us the stain of
sin. We want you alone to rule over us. Help each
one of us to obey your holy laws, to love you
sincerely and to imitate your example of your
holy guardian, Saint Joseph.
Lord, preserve us and our home from all evils and
misfortunes. May we be ever resigned to your
divine will even in the crosses and sorrows which
you allow to come to us.
Finally, give all of us the grace to live in
perfect harmony and love toward our neighbor.
Grant that every on of us may deserve by a holy
life the comfort of your holy sacraments at the
hour of death.
Bless this house, God the Father, who created us,
God the Son, who suffered for us upon the cross,
and God the Holy Spirit, who sanctified us in
baptism. May the one God in three divine persons
preserve our bodies, purify our minds, direct our
hearts and bring us to everlasting life.
Glory be to the Father, glory be to the Son,
glory be to the Holy Spirit! Amen.
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GLORY BABY--WATERMARK (For anyone who has lost a
child...may our road to healing be shared with
you...our comfort a part of yours. - Watermark)
Glory Baby, You slipped away
As fast as we could say baby, baby
You were growing, what happened Dear,
You disappeared on us baby, baby
Heaven will hold you before we do
Heaven will keep you safe
Until we're home with you, until we're home with you.
CHORUS:
We miss you everyday, miss you in every way
But we know there's a day when we will hold you, we hold you.
And you'll kiss our tears away, when we're home to stay
I can't wait for the day when we will see you, we will see you.
Baby, let Sweet Jesus hold you 'till Mom and Dad can hold you
You'll just have Heaven before we do
You'll just have Heaven before we do, before we do
Sweet little baby, it's hard to understand it
'Cause we are hurting, we are hurting
But there is healing, and we know we're stronger people
Through the growing, and in knowing.
All things work together for our good
and God works His purposes
Just like He said He would, just like He said He would
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
I can't imagine Heaven's lullabies
And what they must sound like,
But I will rest in knowing
Heaven is your home,
And it's all you'll ever know, all you'll ever know
CHORUS
You'll just have Heaven before we do, before we do.
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What is "NORMAL?" (author unknown)
Normal for me is trying to decide what to take to the cemetery for Christmas, birthday, Valentine's day, and Easter.
Normal is talking to a co-worker and the conversation going toward how you felt after your child died.
Normal is sitting at the computer crying, sharing how you feel with chat buddies who have also lost a child.
Normal is feeling like you know how to act and are more comfortable with a funeral than a wedding or a birthday party. Yet, feeling a stab of pain in your heart when you smell the flowers, see that casket, and all the crying people.
Normal is feeling like you can't sit another minute without getting up and screaming cause you just don't like to sit through church anymore.
And yet feeling like you have more faith and belief in God than you ever have had before.
Normal is going to bed feeling like your kids who are alive got cheated out of happy cheerful parents and instead they are stuck with sober, cautious people.
Normal is having tears waiting behind every smile because you realize someone important is missing from all the important events in your families' life.
Normal is not sleeping very well because a thousand "what if's" and "why didn't I's" go through your head constantly.
Normal is having the TV on the minute I walk into the house to have noise because the silence is deafening.
Normal is staring at every child who looks about my children's ages. And then thinking of the age they would be now and not being able to imagine it. Then wondering why it is even important to imagine it because it will never happen.
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 seeing my husband look through the only pictures we have of our angels and thinking, how could this be normal? He shouldn't have to be going through this.
Normal is seeing our friends and wondering why we can't be like them. Why did our baby have to go?
Normal is singing a song and feeling really great about it, followed by an immediate down after thinking how my child would like it.
Normal is telling the story of my child's death as if it were an everyday common place activity and then gasping in horror at how awful it sounds. And yet realizing it has become part of our normal life.
Normal is each year coming up with the difficult task of how to honor my child's memory and their birthday and survive those days. And trying to find the balloon or flag that fits the occasion. Happy Birthday? Not really!
Normal is disliking jokes about death, funerals. Bodies being referred to as cadavers when you know they were once someone's loved one.
Normal is being impatient with everything but someone stricken with grief over the loss of their child.
Normal is feeling a common bond with friends in England, Australia, Netherlands, Canada, and all over the USA, but yet never having met any of them face to face.
Normal is a new friendship with another grieving mother and talking and crying together over our children and our new lives.
Normal is being too tired to care if you paid the bills, cleaned house or did laundry or if there is any food in the house.
Normal is wondering this time whether you are going to say you have 3 or 5 children because you will never see this person again and it is not
worth explaining that your kids are in heaven. And yet when you say only 3 to avoid that problem, you feel horrible as if you have betrayed those children.
And last of all normal is hiding all the things that have become normal for you to feel, so that everyone around you will think that you are "NORMAL".
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