In loving Memory Of

Matthew Hunter

Brown

Born: September 24, 1996

Passed Away: September 25, 1996

"For an Angel"

Close your eyes, sweet love... for an Angel cradles your gentle spirit, airy light Listen closely, my love... for an Angel whispers to your heart of heavenly promise... Lie gently, my love... for an Angel bears your sorrows upon gossamer wings... Close your eyes, sweet love... for an Angel takes you to new beginnings, ehtereal bright... Speak softly, my love... for an Angel listens to the hopes you left behind... Touch our dreams, my love... for an Angel you have become... love eternal....

Matthew was born at 11:10pm, at Hunstville Hospital.
Weighing 4lbs and 6.5ozs and being only 16inches long.
He was the second miracle I had ever witnessed in my life, Tyler being the first.
Complications started from the time of pre-term labor, to Matthew being breech.
But he looked healthy, and was a beautiful small image of Tyler. With the
exception of wavy blonde hair they could've been twins.
As soon as he swept into my life he drifted out....
On the morning of the 25th we were informed Matthew was sick.
He survived 22hrs... leaving a lasting impression and love
So deep I could've never imagined...
But also taking with him a peice of me that will never return.
I'm glad God blessed me with the time I got to share with my son
And I picture it in my mind daily.
I wonder what he would look like now.. how many teeth he would have,
If his eyes were still the beautiful blue they were when he was born
And when I think of him, that peice of me is filled, with the love
Matthew and I share. And I never want to lose that.



"Out in the Fields with God"
The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday, Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds at play, Among the lowing of the heards, The rustling of the trees, Among the singing of the birds, The humming of the bees,

The foolish fears of what might pass, I cast them all away, Among the clover-sented grass, Among the new-mown hay, Among the hushing of the corn, Where drowsy poppies nod, Where ill thoughts die and good are born- Out in the fields with God. -Louise Imogen Guiney