I consider the Marine family
to be one of the finest families.
I consider them to be one
of the most loving and supportive.
I consider each of the family
members to be a treasure in
their own way...and I consider
myself lucky to be part of them.
I also considered not doing
this page, and have only
done so with the full consent
and editing rights of Arlene Marine
(Our Grand Matriarch and
Lovely Mother). This is a painful subject
for her, but one that has
given the Marine family a gift beyond compare.
We have our own Family Gaurdian
Angel.
Arlene's pregnancy with John
was a rough one, but lasted
full term. One day before
he was due to be born, Arlene
experienced placenta previa,
and John was stillborn.
The date was May the nineteenth
in nineteen sixty six.
Sixteen months before I
was even born. The doctors
said that perhaps
it was for the best because
John would have been blind.
In a rage, Arlene's
husband went home and cut
down every tree in
their yard in an attempt
to disperse his anger at
the world. Arlene bore this
loss as stoically as
she could, later adding
Mark, Nancy, and Edward Jr.
to the family, but never,
as she quotes,
"Making up for the one that
was lost".
I came on the scene much
later, that is, into the lives of this
wonderful family, and was
told all about this because I
was having a difficult pregnancy
and Arlene wished me to know that
what was God's choice can
not be reversed, nor should I feel it were
a punishment. I did not
know, until after the birth of that healthy baby
boy, and then the one following
that, that our family had something
that others did not. I had
stumbled into a life where no
matter what the difficulty
I was facing, there was always
this sense that all would
be well in the end, as if there was someone
or something tenderly cradling
my fate at their bosom and sheltering
me from harm. I thought
that I would have no other child then the
one that came into
my life through marriage, and the one that I gave
birth to against all odds.
I was wrong.
In nineteen ninety six, I
was pregnant again, this time it was the
smoothest, most easy pregnancy
I believe any
woman has ever had. This
child was another miracle in my life,
and I tenderly looked forward
to meeting him or her.
This was when John made
his presence known to me.
I had gone to stay with
my Mother-in-Law (Arlene) for
the last two weeks of my
pregnancy because our first
son was a very large child,
and still being a baby
wanted and needed lots of
care, cuddling, and lifting wich I
could no longer do at this
late stage of my pregnancy.
My new baby was due to be
born by Cesaerean Section
one week before his due
date to ensure I would not go
into labor and risk trying
to deliver another huge baby.
The day before the surgery
date, I fell down the stairs. Remarkably,
both the baby and I were
uninjured. I did however, go into labor
that night. Our son, Brian
Stanley Marine, having been conceived
against all odds and surviving
a fall down the stairs, was born on
May the nineteenth nineteen
ninety seven.
This would have been John's
thirty first birthday.
I firmly believe that John
was there, protecting Brian and I
from harm, and blessing
his way into the world by sharing a birthday
with him. After all, I share
birthday's with John's mother, why shouldn't
my son share one with her's?
Thus, in gratitude for John,
our Gaurdian Angel,
I put forth this page. May
all who visit understand that
sometimes what the Lord
takes away, he gives back
ten-fold, and in some very
mysterious and wondrous ways.
When Angels Cry
When someone who was
too young to die,
Is taken away without
reason why.
The Angels sing, The
Angels Cry.
The tears that fall
Are not tears at all,
But memories that
will never die.
When Angels cry,
There is no pain.
Just a never-ending
constant rain.
Suffering there is
no more.
Just glory and saftey
to all.
When Angels cry,
The whole world knows.
They gather the tears,
like
petals from a rose.
The scent of each
one destroys
all fears.
When Angels cry,
People try to understand,
How someone so young
could be
placed under our great
Creators
Hand.
The answer to this
question may never
be known.
When Angels cry crystal
tears,
We glance up and have
no fears.
For that person who
was too young
too die,
Is now an Angel.
Singing their songs
of mourning,
and crying their tears
of memory,
up in the sky.
~Author, Witchery.
For John