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This memorial is sponsored by:

Ryan and Lisa Taylor (Jaden\'s daddy and mommy)

Memorial created 04-23-2008 by
Veronica Wallace----- Hunter's mommy
Hunter Cole Wallace
November 23 2002 - December 24 2004

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Let me tell you a story about a very special angel in heaven. This angel talked with the Lord, and everyday begged the Lord for a very special request. The angel had a great yearning to come to earth and feel the love of a mother and father, but the Lord denied the angel the request. The Lord needed the angel in heaven. But that angel never gave up, and begged the Lord, he would say, "Oh Father, please let me feel the love of a earthly mother and father, and make my mark on the earth, only for a moment, even if it could be for a very short time, I just want to feel that love and be known." So the Lord decided to grant the angel's request, because he could see how much it meant to the angel. So the Lord had to choose who these special parents on earth would be, so he searched and searched and found two special parents, Veronica and Robert. The Lord knew that they would make his angel very happy, and give him all the love that he had so desired. And because the Lord had picked these special parents he also knew that he would have to be there to comfort them for when his angel was to come back home. So, if you are these special parents remember, it is because you are special that God gave Hunter to you!


This was written by a member of my church when Hunter was called back home.






Precious Angel

Tiny Angel rest your wings

sit with me awhile.

How I long to hold your hand.

And see your tender smile.

Tiny Angel, look at me.

I want this image clear...

That I will forget your precious face

is my biggest fear.

Tiny Angel can you tell me,

Why you have gone away?

You weren't here for very long...

Why is it, You couldn't stay?

Tiny Angel shook his head.

"These things I do not know...

But I do know that you love me.

And that I love you so."


-Author unknown to me



When God calls little children,

To dwell with Him above

We mortals sometimes question

The wisdom of his love.

For no heartbeat compares with

The death of one small child

So wonderful and mild.

Perhaps God grows tired of calling

The aged to His fold.

And so he picks a rosebud

Before it can grow old.

God knows how much we need them,

And so he takes but a few,

To make the Land of Heaven more beautiful to view.

Believing this is difficult, but somehow we must try.

The hardest words Mankind knows will always be "Good Bye"

So when a little child departs,

We who are left behind

Must realize God loves little children

And Angels are hard to find.


-Author unknown to me


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