Another celebration is creeping

up upon us, and not to slowly.

Yes, it's Christmas, and again

we won't have our darling,

precious child with us again.

 

When we say Angie won't

be with us again, we are definately

talking in the physical way,

but not a second passes that we

don't have her with us spiritually!

 

TO EVERYONE WHO VISITS ANGIE'S SITE,

ANGIE'S Grandmother, LOUISE,

Grandfather, David,

 her Dad, RICHARD,

and I, her Mom, DONNA, 

and especially, her son, JEREMY

and her AUNTIE TINA! 

THANKS YOU

VERY, VERY MUCH

IT'S GREATLY APPRECIATED!

 

LEAVE YOUR NAME SO WE CAN SEND YOU A

CANDLE TO HELP KEEP THE MEMORY OF

YOUR LOVE ONE GLOWING

FOR ALL TO SEE!

Please go to Angie's site

http://www.angie-robert.last-memory.com

and add your loved ones picture to Angel Families please. Many families have blessed us by putting their pic on for us. Thanks so much.

  

Our Precious Daughter

ANGIE 

 

This memorial website was created to remember our dearest Angie Robert who was born in  Montreal, Quebec, Canada on February 24, 1980 and passed away on October 9, 2004. She will live forever in our memories and hearts.

 

Angie was a beautiful baby who got to have a wonderful childhood, with loving family and friends. As Angie grew older, she love to do what all teenagers do...HAVE FUN! When Angie grew into a woman, she was the most sincerely, caring, loving and dedicated daughter, sister, granddaughter, niece, aunt, and friend to all who knew her!

 

 Angie at the age of 21 years, 8 months, and 6 days she gave birth to her only child. A darling precious little boy! He was her world and she was his. They loved each other so much. Angie didn't get to spend a life time with her son, but the two years, 11 months and 1 week, she had with him will be the most rewarding for him. They say you learn the most before 3 years of age. Angie had taught him the alphabet, many songs that he could sing, and directions to many places. The most special is the moral, love, respect, and values that she instilled in him. Because of Angie, her son is growing into a fine young man, who has many of his Mommy's traits, morals, and values.

 

Angie was the kind of girl, that everyone loved. It was hard not too. She had a personality that was truly a treasured memory for all. When you think of Angie you have to remember her with that special deep laugh she had. When reminising about Angie, (nicknamed Punkie) it is hard to be sad. The joy she gave, jumps to mind...unless you think of the dreadful night...the morning of October 9, 2004.

 

The morning my daughter died...How I hate that word...How I wish this never happened to her, but me instead.

 

Angie died in a tragic car accident. Thank goodness she died on impact. The injuries substained to her, in that accident would not have let her live a normal life! Angie was not drunk or on drugs, nor was speed a factor. The police suspect that an animal darted in front of the car. On small hilly country roads that is usually the verdict. How I wish I could have been there, in case she did suffer, or was in pain, or anything. All I let myself see, is Jesus holding her hand and taking her to a nicer place. Where she can rest in peace with no more suffering, and no more pain.

 

I pray that Angie is watching over all of us, and enjoying the wonderful life we are giving her son. He is seven now, but was turning three years old, three weeks after her passing. How he would wake up screaming for her. He knew about God, but at that age they don't uderstand death, or never seeing the Mommy again. In his poor little mind he thought she left and didn't say goodbye. It broke my heart to console him and keep my sanity because I wanted her too.

 

The first two years I felt life would never be good again. I didn't think I would be able to feel the beautiful things in life. I didn't think I would be able to taste my food and enjoy it. I didn't think I would ever stop feeling her long thin fingers inside the palm of my hand. Heck I didn't know what to think...all I know is that I had to fight the pain, the anger, the lonliness, the broken heart, the everything ...because of my two sons, Angie's son, my husband, my parents, all my siblings and their families, for everyone. I knew if I could pull myself through this than it would make it easier for them.

 

Minutes, days, weeks, months, years go by and never have I stopped thinking of Angie. Something always makes me remember things about her. I feel blessed to have had Angie as my daughter and that the Lord has blessed me with many wonderful and loving memories for me to treasure of her.

 

My hope is that one day, we will be ressurected and have a life of enternity together. May God keep her safe and watch over her for us. I love her so much and miss her beyond what words can express. She is my only daughter and she didn't die alone, part of me died with her.

Dah Man, Angie's son Jeremy