Danni Young

2007 - 2007
LocationKirkcaldy
Age0
Cause of DeathStill Birth
Date of Birth02/12/2007
Date of Death02/12/2007
Visitors3,522 since 13/02/2008
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Zoe

Danni Young was born sleeping on the 2nd of December 2007. She was born at 39 weeks and 4 days. we
do not know what caused her death but if this little angel hadnt got her wings she would have been
born with turners syndrome and we can only put it down to this.

My Little Girl you are part of our family forever. Your brother to be will know all about you. You
made our family five generantions of girls. I'm so proud to be your Mummy.

Little Angel you were such a strong little character kicking Daddys head when he came down to speak
to you, you made us laugh. When Mummy had the test to tell us what was wrong you gave us a wave and
tried to grab the needle, you were just letting us know you were going to be alright. Our doctor was
always amazed when we went for scans that you were pulling through. The day they told us that you
had no heartbeat it ripped our hearts out and turned our worlds upside down but we knew you held on
as long as you could so we got the chance to see what you looked like. Our Little One you were
beautiful you had lots and lots of dark curly hair which caused Mummys heartburn.

The day of your funeral came round so quick it was all such of a blur. You had a beautiful sleepsuit
on and a pink cardigian. You had your rangers pillow daddy got for you and the blanket auntie ash
got you personisled for your xmas. Your coffin was beautiful it had little teddys round it. Mummy
left you her cuddle dog that she has had since she was a little girl. Auntie Ash, Auntie Lisa and
Auntie Kelly let of a pink balloon for you and Gran Zielinski let of five marking that your one of
five generations.

Although we didnt get to see you cry or laugh you will always be in our hearts and we LOVE and MISS
you lots. You were given your wings to soon Our Little Angel. Sleep Tight.
Always In Our Hearts X X X X X X


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A poem for you. Little Snowdrop The world may never notice If a Snowdrop doesn't bloom, Or even pause to wonder If the petals fall too soon. But every life that ever forms, Or ever comes to be, Touches the world in some small way For all eternity. The little one we long for Was swiftly here and gone. But the love that was then planted Is a light that still shines on. And though our arms are empty, Our hearts know what to do. Every beating of our hearts Says that we love you

Jodie February 14, 2008

my little star

danni ur a wee star in the sky now we all miss u very much you were taking away to soon sleep tight angel lots of love hugs n kisses auntie ash xxxxxx

Ashley (Aunt) February 14, 2008

im so sorry for your loss im sure your precious little angel will be with you always my thoughts are with you and your family bless you xxxx

Suzanne Elliott February 13, 2008

Over the rainbow, way up high,
past fluffy white clouds the angel babies fly.
With the sun's golden rays shining bright overhead,
tumble and bumble they bounce out of bed.
Good morning, sun! The day has begun!
With delicate wings and sweet little faces,
they dance and they play and they race flying races.
Then, swooping and looping down through a cloud,
or sliding and riding and singing out loud,
wiggle and giggle some fast and some slow,
the angel babies fly to the earth down below.
Not everyone knows this, but truly it's true --
little angel babies have big jobs to do!
In gardens and meadows, they coax forth the flowers
with sunlight and love and gentle rain showers.
In fields and forests they spread soft white wings,
sharing kindness and joy with all living things.
Small animal babies in quiet green places
rejoice in warm smiles from sweet angel faces.
In backyards and baskets, on fireside rugs,
small creatures are cuddles in soft angel hugs.
Soon evening is bright with red-orange light,
and day slowly fades to make way for the night.
As good little children curl up in their beds,
the angels bring sweet dreams to young sleepyheads.
Then the sound of a horn only angels can hear
calls out to them all -- here and there, far and near.
It beckons them back from wherever they roam:
Work is done for the day! Now it's time to go home.
Blinking and winking, bright stars in the sky
twinkle and shine as the angels fly by -- so softly singing a sweet lullaby.
Yawning and stretching, they climb in their beds.
Cloud blankets warm bodies, cloud pillows rest heads.
Snuggled in tight with the moon shining bright
sleep tight, sweet dreams, good night. Good night, angel babie.
Good Night.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxx

Amanda February 13, 2008
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