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Andrey Lubbers, born still on 10 October 2005

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This page is created in a loving memory of our son Andrey who was stillborn on 10 October 2005, at 30 weeks gestation.

We were with him only for very short moments, but the love and the memory are eternal.

We never brought you home, we never dressed you or gave you bath. We never fed you or heard you cry. We never decorated your room or learned what colour your eyes are.  

 

WE NEVER GOT TO KNOW YOU.

 

This things are not supposed to happen, the children are supposed to live long after we have turned into dust.

Instead of decorating your room we are decorating this site in your memory and choosing your gravestone.

 

And what kind of grave do you choose for your baby which you have never heard crying? Would've he liked blue or green, would've he preferred bears or crocodiles? It is a sad decision to have to choose for the eternal rest of your baby which never even got tired from playing, which never even managed to have a favorite toy to begin with. We can only hope that you would like it.

We love you Andrey.

It’s been nearly 4 months since we lost you. And still, the pain in unbearable. But this pain also keeps your memory alive, the memory of all the happy moments when you were kicking my belly and the hands of your pappa who was trying to caress you.

 

So even though painful, I will try to build this site with all my love which I will never be able to give to you.  

  

In loving memory of our son, Andrey.

GONE

Everything was beginning to sound so perfect.

Just Him and Me

And Baby makes three.

Had a lifetime of dreams and plans

Wrapped up in this litlle one.

But suddenly, all hope was gone.

One morning it was clear,

No kicks, no heartbeat.

Nothing,

So Still.

Silent, he would come into this world

Taken without a sound.

Never to live on the outside,

His crib- the ground.

The doctors said

There was nothing I could have done.

There were no tell-tale signs

Of something was wrong.

A bad heart all along?

He seemed so healthy and strong one day

But, the next day, all hope slipped away,

Without warning,

He was GONE.

I appologise for changing parts of this poem, as well as for not knowing the author.