Precious little sister, Carmen Marie Robinson, born to Ann and Clarence Robinson, on July 20th, 1956. She was a very special sister to her family. We had all given her much attention and love during her short life here. She was a very loving little girl. A sweet smile and beautiful eyes and light brown hair. She loved music and danced and sang whenever we played her little records. She had a little sailor doll that she took with her everywhere. It had been given to her the Christmas before.
A few days before Easter, she had been sick and was taken to our family doctor. He immediately was very concerned; as he felt her color was very pale and possible had some internal bleeding. He made arrangements for my parents to take her to Children's Hospital in Los Angeles. They immediately starting running tests to see what could possible be wrong. The next day, Holy Thursday, she quickly and unexpectedly passed away. My parents were devastated and inconsolable as were the rest of us. Being the oldest, I had helped my Mom so much with her; had rocked her, combed her hair, dressed her; played with her and gave her much love and attention, it was a terrible lost to me as well. I couldn't believe it. I just kept thinking, "she just had to be with them when they pull-up in the driveway." It was my first real experience of loosing someone so close to me, to death.
We later learned that she had cancer, called, "Angiosarcoma." It is a cancer that attacks the liver.
Each Sunday after church, we would all go to the cemetery and visit Carmen's grave. This went on for a long time. We would have lunch and then go and put flowers there. I know now, the extreme pain my parents were experiencing. We did have some wonderful memories, camping trips, vacations and the usual things that most families do.
We still miss her. My parents never forgot her, always missed her and mentioned her often throughout their lives. She and now our parents as well are with our Lord. Someday we will be all be reunited, until then, we hold them close in our hearts. ~Carmen, We love you with all our heart's, Olivia, Vicki, Pat, & Becky.
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"A CHILD OF MINE"
'I'll lend you for a little time, a child of mine,' Christ said. For you to love the while she lives, and mourn for when she's dead. It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three, but will you, 'til I call her back, take care of her for me? She'll bring her charms to gladden you, and should her stay be brief, you'll have her lovely memories of solace in your grief. I cannot promise she will stay--since all from earth return, but there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn. I looked the wide world over, in search of teachers true, and from the throngs that crowd life's lane, I have selected you. Now will you give her all your love, not think the labor vain--nor hate Me when I come to you and take her home again. I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, Thy will be done." For all the many joys she'll bring, the risk of grief we'll run. We'll shelter her with tenderness, we'll love her while we may, and for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay. But should the angels call for her, much sooner than we planned, we'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand."
A special thanks to Glenda Mullins Sorrells who sponsored my sisters memorial.
Precious little sister, Carmen Marie Robinson, born to Ann and Clarence Robinson, on July 20th, 1956. She was a very special sister to her family. We had all given her much attention and love during her short life here. She was a very loving little girl. A sweet smile and beautiful eyes and light brown hair. She loved music and danced and sang whenever we played her little records. She had a little sailor doll that she took with her everywhere. It had been given to her the Christmas before.
A few days before Easter, she had been sick and was taken to our family doctor. He immediately was very concerned; as he felt her color was very pale and possible had some internal bleeding. He made arrangements for my parents to take her to Children's Hospital in Los Angeles. They immediately starting running tests to see what could possible be wrong. The next day, Holy Thursday, she quickly and unexpectedly passed away. My parents were devastated and inconsolable as were the rest of us. Being the oldest, I had helped my Mom so much with her; had rocked her, combed her hair, dressed her; played with her and gave her much love and attention, it was a terrible lost to me as well. I couldn't believe it. I just kept thinking, "she just had to be with them when they pull-up in the driveway." It was my first real experience of loosing someone so close to me, to death.
We later learned that she had cancer, called, "Angiosarcoma." It is a cancer that attacks the liver.
Each Sunday after church, we would all go to the cemetery and visit Carmen's grave. This went on for a long time. We would have lunch and then go and put flowers there. I know now, the extreme pain my parents were experiencing. We did have some wonderful memories, camping trips, vacations and the usual things that most families do.
We still miss her. My parents never forgot her, always missed her and mentioned her often throughout their lives. She and now our parents as well are with our Lord. Someday we will be all be reunited, until then, we hold them close in our hearts. ~Carmen, We love you with all our heart's, Olivia, Vicki, Pat, & Becky.
*~*~*~*~*
"A CHILD OF MINE"
'I'll lend you for a little time, a child of mine,' Christ said. For you to love the while she lives, and mourn for when she's dead. It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three, but will you, 'til I call her back, take care of her for me? She'll bring her charms to gladden you, and should her stay be brief, you'll have her lovely memories of solace in your grief. I cannot promise she will stay--since all from earth return, but there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn. I looked the wide world over, in search of teachers true, and from the throngs that crowd life's lane, I have selected you. Now will you give her all your love, not think the labor vain--nor hate Me when I come to you and take her home again. I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, Thy will be done." For all the many joys she'll bring, the risk of grief we'll run. We'll shelter her with tenderness, we'll love her while we may, and for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay. But should the angels call for her, much sooner than we planned, we'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand."
A special thanks to Glenda Mullins Sorrells who sponsored my sisters memorial.
