HOW IT FEELS TO LOSE A SISTER:

I think losing a sister is sad, besause you dont have her there to play with, or to kiss and hug anymore. Sometimes when im a school and people talk about losses, I think about my sister. Once I started to have tears run down my face. I wish that my sister didn't die, because I wanted another sister and I would have her to talk to. I wish it was all a dream, I miss her so much.

A POEM TO MY SISTER
My sister is in my heart forever,
I'll never forget the times we shared together.
sometimes when I'm thinking of you,
I cry and cry, boohoo.
I wish that you didn't have to die.
because then I wouldn't have to cry.
I wish that somebody gave me a warning,
Then maybe you wouldn't of died that morning.

Written By: CLH -11yrs old.-JULY 7, 1998

BABY JES OH SO SWEET

Little Jes born July6 th,
Oh so sweet, she gave a kiss.
She was cute, she was proud,
and little Jes was not too loud.
everytime I came to see her,
she was happy because she had no fear.
a couple months later I had a tear,
because she passed away, Oh dear.
then I didn't come to see her,
because I know she wouldn't be there.
all I know is that she won't be there,
when I really, really need her.
I cried and cried and soaked all over,
knowing that I need her.
she's in heaven, let her rest in peace,
so then her soul will stay in one piece.

WRITTEN BY DDH an 9yr old-July 8, 1998

Although I am not a parent with a child who cares to share their story, I am a teen who would like to share the story of being there when my five week old cousin died.

I was eight years old at the time, my father and I went over to my aunt's house to watch my five week old baby cousin. Everything was going well, my father put my cousin to bed and I soon fell asleep on the floor in my sleeping bag. Later in the night, my father went in to check on my cousin and found him not breathing. I remember waking up and seeing my father in a panick with my cousin limp in his arms. There was a rush of cold that came next from the paramedics coming in the front door of the house. They decided not to wait for an ambulance to come to bring him to the hospital. Just as they were getting into the police car, I heard my aunt pull up and yell, "My baby!!" I was never really told he was dead, some how I just knew when my grandparents and mom came over and seeing my dad cry. I've never forgotten what happened that night although, I haven't told anyone that and in my heart the memory of my cousin will always remain.

Michelle Goggin
Braintree, Mass
Age 15