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Weekly Journal
December 21, 2004 - June 29, 2005
Natalie Rene Morales
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Happy Thanksgiving!!
I have felt inspired to write an entry for a long time. I often wonder who even comes here anymore to view
Natalie's website. To my surprise, her site still gets viewed on a daily basis. I guess I'm amazed at the support
we have gotten since Natalie passed away in June. It's especially difficult for me this holiday season.
This past Monday, November 21, Natalie would have been 11 months old. I think about what she would look
like, what her little personality would be like, how silly she and Briana would be towards each other and I just
smile.
I've cried everyday this week because I miss her so much. Alonzo and I have so much to be thankful for this
Thanksgiving. We are so thankful to have had to opportunity to meet such a beautiful little girl with such an
amazing spirit. She put a smile on everyone's face and even though she's now in Heaven, she still puts a smile
on my face.
Last week, I received an email from a guy named Garry. He was the "old tech" at Children's Medical Center in
Dallas who often took care of Natalie. He would come in and check her blood pressure, take her temp., listen to
her breathing and do pretty much anything for her. When Natalie would be on the other side, where a different
tech would take care of her, he'd always come in her room to check on her. Anyway, in his email, he said that he
wrote a poem about Natalie and would like to send it to me. (I hope he doesn't mind that I'm sharing this with
everyone.) Here is the sweet poem he wrote. Thank you so much!!
Happy Thanksgiving!!
I have felt inspired to write an entry for a long time. I often wonder who even comes here anymore to view
Natalie's website. To my surprise, her site still gets viewed on a daily basis. I guess I'm amazed at the support
we have gotten since Natalie passed away in June. It's especially difficult for me this holiday season.
This past Monday, November 21, Natalie would have been 11 months old. I think about what she would look
like, what her little personality would be like, how silly she and Briana would be towards each other and I just
smile.
I've cried everyday this week because I miss her so much. Alonzo and I have so much to be thankful for this
Thanksgiving. We are so thankful to have had to opportunity to meet such a beautiful little girl with such an
amazing spirit. She put a smile on everyone's face and even though she's now in Heaven, she still puts a smile
on my face.
Last week, I received an email from a guy named Garry. He was the "old tech" at Children's Medical Center in
Dallas who often took care of Natalie. He would come in and check her blood pressure, take her temp., listen to
her breathing and do pretty much anything for her. When Natalie would be on the other side, where a different
tech would take care of her, he'd always come in her room to check on her. Anyway, in his email, he said that he
wrote a poem about Natalie and would like to send it to me. (I hope he doesn't mind that I'm sharing this with
everyone.) Here is the sweet poem he wrote. Thank you so much!!
Another Balloon Floats Free
(Natalie’s poem)
The first time I saw her, like everyone else she stole my heart
With her little cherub face, straight from Michael Angelo’s art
She never knew a day without pain; it would make a stone heart cry
And many was the night alarms and her mother’s tears were her only lullaby
We all watched her become sicker and we prayed to God and we all said what a shame
For we watched and waited for her second chance, that sadly never came
Now she no longer suffers, she has no more fears or pain we tried to ease
I imagine her soul is set free from her body, as a balloon upon the breeze
We wonder how in such a short time how all our live’s can be touched by one so small
Or with this much love left behind, sometimes how we can go on at all
For I realize it is better to let your heart love and that pain might be the cost
Than to become hard hearted and never love, that would be the greater loss
I ask God how could He take her like a balloon He set her free
But now I know I didn’t want her to leave, not for her, but for me
She changed us all and for the one’s that loved her; she made the world a better place
And in her honor her parents fight so no other child looses their critical race
With God’s help I realize that all this love she left behind is a beautiful legacy
For the world is such a better place because of one so small and another balloon floats free.
Garry Shirley
(Natalie’s poem)
The first time I saw her, like everyone else she stole my heart
With her little cherub face, straight from Michael Angelo’s art
She never knew a day without pain; it would make a stone heart cry
And many was the night alarms and her mother’s tears were her only lullaby
We all watched her become sicker and we prayed to God and we all said what a shame
For we watched and waited for her second chance, that sadly never came
Now she no longer suffers, she has no more fears or pain we tried to ease
I imagine her soul is set free from her body, as a balloon upon the breeze
We wonder how in such a short time how all our live’s can be touched by one so small
Or with this much love left behind, sometimes how we can go on at all
For I realize it is better to let your heart love and that pain might be the cost
Than to become hard hearted and never love, that would be the greater loss
I ask God how could He take her like a balloon He set her free
But now I know I didn’t want her to leave, not for her, but for me
She changed us all and for the one’s that loved her; she made the world a better place
And in her honor her parents fight so no other child looses their critical race
With God’s help I realize that all this love she left behind is a beautiful legacy
For the world is such a better place because of one so small and another balloon floats free.
Garry Shirley
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