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We will love you forever, Taty
Memorial created 04-21-2007 by Leah Cirksena
Tatyana Loriann Cirksena
January 14 2006 - March 13 2007
Tatyana smiling
This online memorial was created in loving memory of Tatyana Cirksena, whose life story is told throughout this memorial website. Please sign Tatyana 's guest book and let us know you came to visit. We will remember Tatyana forever.
If you wish to donate to any foundation in memory of Tatyana we suggest you donate to the SUDC program, Sudden Unknown Death in Child, which is what the medical examiner finally determined Tatyana's death to be. In the end they had no idea what would of actually been the cause of her death b/c they could find nothing wrong with her and they didn't believe that she died from the Rota Virus, they called it SIDS , unknown natural causes. AKA SUDC in her case since she was over the age of 1 yr.
www.sudc.org
We love you for eternity Tatyana. Losing you was the worst day of our lives. I remember holding you in my arms, your body limp. I screamed and I cried. I didn't want to believe you had gone. I called for help. We tried to revive you. It didn't work. You were already gone. It's mommys worst nightmare to find you there all gone. How could this be, my baby angel, my little me. I love you and I cannot wait to be with you my beautiful baby girl, My Tatyana. Love for eternity until we get to hold eachother again. Now let the angels tickle your feet my baby girl, and laugh and play. Love, Mommy, daddy, sissy
You Are My Sunshine My only sunshine. You make me happy When skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, How much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away The other nite, dear, As I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms. When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken And I hung my head and cried. You are my sunshine, My only sunshine. You make me happy When skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, How much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away.
Tatyana's stone received Jun 6, 2007
Arianna (big sissy) and mommy spend a lot of time here during the day eating and resting by her grave. It is always so hard to leave there we stay so long each day almost.
My Mom, she tells a lot of lies. She never did before. From now until the day she dies, She'll tell a whole lot more. She used to tell the truth a lot, But now it doesn't matter. I died and went to heaven, Her life is all a-shatter. Ask my Mom how is she. She'll say, "Yes, I'm fine!" She wants to beg "Please help me". I can't find that girl of mine!" Ask my Mom how is she. She'll say, "I'm alright". If that's the truth then tell me, Why does she cry each night? Ask my Mom, how is she. She seems to cope so well. She didn't have a choice, you see, Nor the strength to yell. You think you know the feeling, But this cannot be. For even though you loved me, You didn't love me as much as she. She will smile and tell you, "They say there is a plan". But she will turn away and cry. Cause she just can't understand. Tell a joke and she will laugh, But she is not okay She wants to share the joke with me, But it will not be today. I watch from here, in Heaven. Her distress disturbs my peace. Will someone please take care of her, And thus take care of me? "Some day you will feel better". "Yes I will", she lies. She knows this will not happen, Until the day she dies. Ask my Mom how is she. She'll say, "Thank you. Good". She cannot tell you how she feels. Oh, how I wish she could. Ask my Mom how is she. "I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping". For God's sake, Mom, just tell the truth. Just say your heart is broken. Ask my Mom how is she. "I'm well, I'm good. And you?" I'll shake my head in Heaven. It simply isn't true. She'll love me all her life. I loved her all of mine. But if you ask how is she. She'll lie and say she's fine. Her carnival is over. She's stepped off the carousel. But, to save you from feeling badly, She'll say, "Thanks, all is well." My Mom, she's not gone mad, yet. But, oh so very nearly. Don't ask my Mom how is she. Ask how is she, really. I am here in Heaven. I cannot hug from here. If she lies to you, don't listen. Hug her, hold her near. On the day we meet again, We'll smile and I'll be bold. I'll say, "You're lucky to get in here, Mom, With all the lies you told!"