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This memorial website was created in the memory of our precious Daughter, Sarah Elizabeth Grace Landron who was born at home in Orlando, Florida on April 13, 1993, 20 minutes before the midwives got there and died tragically in an instant in Church when a play structure fell on her on September 23,1996 at the age of 3.To the world she was just apart to us she was the WORLD! All we know is we are one more day closer to spending an eternity with our beloved daughter Sarah What a Day that will be. Missing you always, Loving you forever, Forgetting you never . Our precious baby girl.
 Thank-you to all who visit this site It will forever be in our hearts that Sarah Elizabeth Grace Landron is NOT FORGOTTEN. We are so BLESSED to be her Parents. The mention of my child's name may bring tears to my eyes but it never fails to bring music to my ears. If you are really my friend, let me hear the beautiful music of her name. It soothes my broken heart and sings to my soul. SARAH ELIZABETH GRACE ISN'T IT A BEAUTIFUL NAME FOR A BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS !!  Let me show you a face that time should not erase. This is our precious daughter who's life past to fast. So forever we will try to have her memory last She was a precious gift that we believed we would have much longer. Now we pray each day to survive this grief and grow stronger.
LOVE has etched the contours of HER FACE into my fingertips the sparkle of her blue eyes her shinning smile deep into my heart LOVE has etched the feel of her loving arms around my body the weight of her head upon my chest the echo of her giggling laughter into the corners of my mind As I stand before you sculpted by life look closely, for there too is SARAH also etched into my memory and soul 
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Our Precious Little Sarah / Delia Allan Tomlin Mum
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For a beutiful little angel xxx / Delia Allan Tomlin's Mum
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Beautiful Princess / Donna Hurth Sarah's Mom
Sarah is a beautiful name for a beautiful Princess. She is a special Angel. May God bless you all with comfort to ease your pain. |
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BEAUTIFUL LITTLE SARAH, LOVE & HUGS ANGEL! / Jane Einarson (I care )
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Sarah x / Natalie &. Nick (Madison's Mummy &. Daddy)
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 2006 / Melissa Smith (grieving Mom) Read >> |
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New Years Day 2006 / Delia, Allan Tomlin's Mum Read >> |
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Thinking of you dear little Sarah & your dear family xxx / Delia, Allan Tomlin's Mum Read >> |
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Sweet Sarah, Love & Hugs / Jane Einarson (I care ) Read >> |
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God Bless Sarah / Delia, Allan Tomlin's Mum Read >> |
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Remembering You... / Melissa Smith (grieving Mom) (none) Read >> |
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Wishing you.... / Diane Cassdiy- Angel Mom-Katie Read >> |
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to sarah, sweet lil lady / Gary Boehling (sarahs friend ) Read >> |
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for you / Jessica's Mummy Read >> |
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Merry Christmas Angel! / Eva Bates (Angel Mom & Friend ) Read >> |
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| Her legacy |
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRECIOUS PRINCESS
SARAH ELIZABETH GRACE
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRECIOUS
You'll be thirteen this Birthday where has all the time gone all the years of missing YOU all the Birthdays we never had together all the things dads do with their little girls And all the growing up with your family Mom, Ian, Isaiah, Nanny's & Pappy's, Titi's & Tio's, cousins & friends. You were three and wanting to be a big girl and walk alongside me, big girl so proud and we walked along, watching You head up big smile so sweet then YOU say "Daddy hold my hand" and my world stops and my heart melts and your daddy's lil girl again "I hold your hand you hold my heart"
WE MISS YOU SO
You turned thirtheen today
You took our breath away
Some people dream of Angels
We held ours in our arms
Happy Birthday Precious Baby Girl
Missing You Always, Loving You Forever,
Forgetting You Never
Daddy,Mommy,Ian & Isaiah |
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Precious and Beloved Daughter Sarah Elizabeth Grace
Born at home to very anxious, and excited loving Mom and Dad who could hardly wait, the next three and a half years are all we could want and more,your brother Ian has been waiting all his life for you. It's now Six an-half years later(this was written in 2000) And the last three years have been nothing short of a nightmare. You were taken from us without cause or reason, not illness, or violence, just out of season, you were sitting and reading to dolls, as you do. When your guardian angel took his eyes off of you, just for a moment to look at a child who was probably playing much like you. They say the thoughts of God are instant. You look up in that instant, the dollhouse is falling it's Ian he is calling, screaming your name. Sarah get out of the way,it's to late your too small, it's 164lb. wall. Your heart screams out for your mommy and daddy in our hearts we felt you that moment that day a spear in the side is what I would say.In a safe place the nursery in God's house who knew. They call me at work and say you must pray there's been an accident. Sarah's on her way go to Emergency a broken arm or leg I don't know. I drop what I'm doing I break every rule,praying asking for grace and mercy a blessing for you. I haven't a clue I'm here now, I see mommy where's Ian who knew, the pain in our hearts is overwhelming, they say that its tragic,disastrous, fatal what words can I use. They won't let me see you I feel your life slipping right through my heart, they won't let me see you,some hosipital rule. The Doctors are coming a whole bunch of them, maybe some hope NO he say's "your daughters expired,"you mean she is dead, "yes, were sorry he says." My God, My God, why have you forsaken, you've looked away my heart Screams. We changed our lives to follow your way, we didn't expect roses but thorns on the way, you gave us this life so precious and dear and took it away just over three years, a moment in your eternity you couldn't wait. They've taken her name off the rolls at your house, no poem or picture to mark her short days, she severed you well for a little girl for sweetness of spirit, love and compassion marked her way. A tree maybe in some far off place who would know, who will say, they won't it may offend someone, or start a precedent to remember those who've gone on before, in such a tragic way, from holy ground. Nothing could ever be the same. So we go on in a different way and treat every little one as if it could be their last day in memory of you my sweet baby girl. To say that we miss you is ambiguous at best. What words do I use to describe the feelings that our hearts feel when we hear your voice call, from another child, or the way a smile makes me feel and it's not yours, or a pair of eyes that are filled with brightness and I see yours. You would be in first grade and going to school with Ian, but that's not you that's someone else's baby girl. As we walk through the mall that we watched being built so you could ride the merry go round, now other children ride. Oh to watch you play with other children and. how you always took care of the little ones and you were one. To simply see the the sunrise of your smile, to see the light behind your eyes, the happy thought that makes you fly, oh my child the joy you brought us is only equaled by the pain of your absence. Each new day brings the same emptiness filled with memories of you, spurred by other smiles, bright eyes, the laughter of a 3yr. old is the most joyous sound, that brings such joy and pain. One day we'll be together again the emptiness filled, the pain relived, the burden grief lifted, till then we find you in everyone else's baby girl. We will grieve for this child untill the day we die. To the world she was just a part to us Sarah was the world.
Written April 13 ,2005
In my mind I thought I would be the first to die In my dreams my three children are alive happy and healthy. In my heart I weep for what was, what could have been, and what I miss. In my plans we would attend mother daughter events. In my memory I remember the most beautiful most precious gentle Princess and just as I'm about to feel the joy, the love, the pride, the hope of being your mommy I'm faced with the harsh reality the smacks me in the face that slices my heart and stabs my soul that burns my eyes and stops my breath as we go on without you.
SARAH'S FAVORITE THINGS
Ian her brother refered to as "silly head"
Esmeralda the last movie she saw
Green pronunced "geen"
Stockings she loved the way they felt
Dressing up no less than five times a day
Dresses she felt pretty oh so pretty
Playing Mommy she was so compassionate
Swinging "Higher please"
Babies she nedded to take care of them
Spaghetti her favorite
Vaniella no chocolate, chocolate was dirt
Feeding the chickens they would follow her everywhere
Daddy's motorcycle "faster daddy faster"
Kids sing praise a video she watched every day
Barney we would sing his songs
Cinderella everytime we went to the library she would want Ciderella
Pocohontas, Snow White, Jasmine
Mickey "D's" especially the playground
Scat our cat
Ginger our dog
Ginger puppies she watched being born
Purses to carry teasure
Small bibles
Mary Mother to Jesus she would always carry a small one with her
Picking flowers and giving them away
Playing in her small kitchen Mud pies with Ian
Changing her clothes doing it herself
Her desire was to care for every baby she saw
Swimming but not getting her face wet "no under"
Playing in the sand at the beach meatballs and spaghetti seaweed
Playing in the rain
Playing at Wally World in the toy asile
Baby carriages of course with a baby
Small grocery carts at Goodings
Whipped cream directly in her mouth
Finger painting
Picking out her dress
Hiding when Daddy came home
Choreographing her own dances
Black olives on her fingers
Making tents or different sleeping quarters
Going to Hotels
Singing Barney's" I love you" " Mouth open wide"
Baby so beautiful her last doll |
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