Paul Oliver Robson

1988 - 1988
LocationGrantham
Age0
Date of Birth5/1988
Date of Death5/1988
Visitors1,457 since 01/12/2007
Creator

Our baby Paul Oliver was born prematurely.
He was born in Grantham then transfered to Nottingham City Hospital.When Paul was three days old we
had to make the heartbreaking decision to take him off of his ventilator as he had so much brain
damage.
He died in my arms.
Our lives have been changed in such a huge way because of our tiny baby and for that I will be
forever grateful even though my heart is broken.


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Recent Tributes


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I am so so sorry I really am...

I am sorry for your loss I really am. Your little Baby is with all the other little ones that have sadly had lo leave us .. I wish it were different for you all I really do.
Take care of yourself.

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Mummy To An Angel (Mummy to another Angel)

August 23, 2008

If Snow drops..

If snowdrops grow in heaven
Please pick a bunch for me
Place them in my babys arms and tell him they're from me
Tell him that I love him and miss him
And when he turns to smile
Place a kiss upon his cheek and tell him its from me..

love you so much sweetheart
mummy x x x

Mummy (Mummy)

March 26, 2008

When God sends forth a tiny soul
To learn the ways of earth,
A mother's love is waiting there
We call this wonder 'birth'.

When God calls home a little soul
And stills a fleeting breath,
A Father's love is waiting there
This too is birth, not death.

Rachel Bass (passerby on SANDS and GTS Website)

March 12, 2008

Thank you dear Sheila for coming to see my precious baby every day.Your thoughts and beautiful messages are so kind.Baby Paul you are so special to so many people.I hope so much you know how loved you are.I love you I love you and still I love you more x x x x x x

Mummy (Mummy)

January 7, 2008

My love for you

My sweet sweet baby Paul my words can not express the pain I feel inside without you.You should be here with us preparing for christmas day and laughing and joking with your brothers and sisters. I am so sorry that it all went so wrong.I am sorry that I as your mummy could not make it all alright and safe for you.
Love you forever and ever and still a bit more
mummy x x x x x

Mummy (Mummy)

December 24, 2007

candles in december

A beautiful poem for a beautiful soul and his mum

CANDLES IN DECEMBER

My sadness seems reflected
in the music that I hear...
Every young man's glowing face,
Reminds me you're not here.

Shoppers crowd the festive stores,
emotions all run high,
This world I was a part of once,
Seems to pass me by.

This season's meant for happy times,
For love, warm hearts, and cheer,
But grieving families around the world,
Remember those not here.

We struggle through the season,
Lighting candles to proclaim,
Our children aren't forgotten,
Round the world our candles flame.

I slowly pass through the gates thrown wide,
One clear, cold Christmas day,
No toys or gifts do I bring,
Those are gifts of yesterday.

I carry with me just a broken heart
And a beautiful wreath I made,
And walk with grief to where my Son lies,
In a silent silvered glade.

'Merry Christmas Love' I whisper,
The quiet words seem so forlorn,
'I've brought my heart for you to keep,
My gift, This Christmas morn.'

'It is filled with all my love,
for always
I'll place it here---it will be near,
You'll never be alone.'

Please keep my gift, beloved child,
Close to where you lie,
And know my love surrounds you,
Until the day, I too shall die.

Sheila And My Angels (a friend G.T.S)

December 19, 2007

ONLY ANOTHER MOTHER CAN UNDERSTAND

I feel more depressed
Each day when I awake
I wish to god you could tell me
There has been a big mistake.

My darling son was taken
From his mothers love
To live with the angels
In heaven up above

I did not have him with me
For the time I should have had
No longer can I hold him
Which makes me very sad?

The pain of losing my son
Shows in every single tear
I spend each day missing you
Longing to have you near

Life for me is lonely now
Without you by my side
My Broken shattered heart
Is very hard to hide

People tell me that time is a healer
That the pain will go away
They don’t understand
That this pain is here to stay

For when you lose a child
There is nothing that can compare
The bond we had at their birth
Will never leave, it’s always there

The love a mother has
Runs so very deep
That love is so special
It’s in her heart to keep

A mother’s heart is broken
She is ripped apart inside
There is a part of her missing
It left when her child died

So please don’t tell me to get over it
For this I can not do
Unless you understand my feelings
And this has happened to you

Only another mother who has lost a child
Can understand my pain
Because the also suffer daily
As the memories of their child remain

We are a band of mothers
Whose hearts will never heal?
For the loss of our children
Is for us, so very real.

Sheila And My Angels (a friend)

December 12, 2007

a much loved angel

Little Angels

When God calls little children,
To dwell with him above.
We mortals sometimes 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,
And 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

Sheila And My Angels (a friend and lost mummy)

December 9, 2007

sweet dreams

Sweet Mommy:
I thought I would let you know that I still love you so much. I miss hearing your heartbeat. I miss your rubbing me, and patting me and talking softly to me as I grew not only under your heart but in your heart too. I know you would be a good mom. I know we would have played games and ate delicious treats. I know you did everything you could to help me achieve my dreams. I was so looking forward to growing up and getting into all things that babies normally do. I was so looking forward to having you rock me and hold me, hug me and kiss me. I was so looking forward to all the plans we made. I know you wanted all of that too. But mommy, don’t worry about me now. Don’t be sad for me! I went from the warm darkness of your tummy into heaven’s bright glory. I am now in God’s loving hands. The soft sweet words I hear now are God’s. I am soothed by the sound of angel wings and sleep with my head in the clouds. I wait patiently for you with all that have gone before me. But Mommy, know that I will be fine and I want you to be fine too! I know you miss me as I miss you; but weep no more. 'I am the thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn’s rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quite birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night.” And mommy, I see good things coming to you and daddy in the future – a wonderful life filled with love and laughter. Although I can’t be with you now, I know we will be together in eternity. Dear, Sweet Mommy, don’t be sad. So you will know that I am with you always, every time you find a penny or coin on the ground, know that I put it there for you to find – so you will know that I am thinking of and missing you too.

I will mind my manners. I will play nicely. I know that I will be missing you as much as you are missing me. I love you.

Until me meet again.

Sandra (passerby)

December 1, 2007
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