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"IN GOD'S HANDS"

~GOD'S LITTLEST ANGELS~
MEMORIAL PAGES


 


 

~MICHAEL DAVID GELL~
 


 


 


 


 

~BORN TO EARTH~ 
MAY 31, 1992
 

~BORN TO HEAVEN~
DECEMBER 24, 1996
 


 

BELOVED SON OF:
ANDY & LIAN GELL 

BELOVED BROTHER OF:
STACEY, ANDREW, CRAIG & LAUREN
 


 



MICHAEL IS JOINED IN HEAVEN BY HIS GREAT NANA WHO HE LOVED DEARLY.  JOANNA, PASSED AWAY AFTER A SHORT BATTLE WITH CANCER ON THE 28TH OCTOBER 2001.  SHE NEVER TRULY GOT OVER MICHAEL'S DEATH AND TOOK IT REALLY BAD.  JUST BEFORE HER DEATH ALL SHE COULD TALK ABOUT WAS MICHAEL.




 


 

Twilight draws so ever closer
Through the window pane
I look to Heaven in hope to see
Your smiling face again.

Memories sweet memories
Are what keeps you near
These I treasure with all my heart
I hold them oh so dear.

Remembering the love we shared
And how it was taken away
We never got to say goodbye
On that fateful day.

One day we'll be together again
As I gaze up to the sky
I thought that I could see you there
Learning how to fly.

Written by: Lian Gell
In Memory of her son, Michael

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When God calls little children
To dwell with him above,
We mortals sometimes question
The 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 on a Rosebud
Before it can grow old.

God knows how much we need Them,
So he takes only a few,
To make the land of Heaven,
One beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult,
Still somehow we must try,
The two saddest words mankind knows,
Will always be good-bye.
So when a little child departs,
We who are left behind
Must realize, God loves children,
Angels are hard to find.
 


 

PLEASE VISIT 
LIAN'S WEB SITE IN MEMORY
IN MEMORY OF HER SON, MICHAEL




OF HER SON, MICHAEL
 ~MICHAEL DAVID GELL~
 


 

~I WILL REMEMBER YOU~
~Sara McLachlan~

I will remember you
Will you remember me
Don't let life pass you by
Weep not for the memories.

I'm so tired
But I can't sleep
Standing on the edge
Of something much too deep

Funny how I feel so much
But cannot say a word
We are screaming inside
Oh...but we can't be heard.

So afraid to love you
More afraid to lose
Clinging to a past
That doesn't let me choose.

But once there was a darkness
A deep and endless night
Gave me everything you had
Oh...you gave me light

I WILL REMEMBER YOU
 


 

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LIAN, PLEASE USE THIS E-MAIL BUTTON



~BRANDON K LITTLEFIELD~

~CHRISLYN RAE CLARK~

 
 
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Original Art Image by:
Laurie Snow Hein

UPDATED 11/19/02