He was born sleeping into the hands of God on June 2, 2008
Our Little Angel
When God calls a little child to dewel wiith Him above,
We mortals sometimes question teh 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,
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 he land of Heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult still somehow we must try.
The saddest word mankind knows will always be a "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children, Angels are hard to find.
We love you Brett and we want to yout to know that you will be forever in our hearts and that we will never let your name die. Your twin brother loves you and misses you and wishes you were here with us. You are our little star that we look at each night.
Mommy, daddy, Trace and twin brother Blaine