Valerie Rose Macedo

Our beautiful little Valerie Rose Macedo was born sleeping on Saturday, March 25, 2023.

My Angel

To Valerie Rose,

When I knew you were on your way, I was full of joy and excitement, I couldn’t wait to see you, hold you, and kiss you. I wanted to be your dad, you were going to fill up our family with fun new adventures. Your sister was going to teach you a lot. I wanted to see you grow together. Those moments won’t happen the way we wanted. Now you are in your grandma’s arms waiting for the day I get to hold you again. For now we will be strong. Together everything we do you will be with us, our accomplishments you will be there, in our worst times you will guide us. Every moment you will be in our thoughts. We now have an angel looking after us. We will have you in our hearts. We would always think of what could have been till the day I have you in my arms again.

Valerie Rose, I’ll miss you.

To Valerie Rose:

"You've been the sadness in my eyes 'cause of the pain of your goodbye. I kept thinking about what great joy you were going to be in our lives. It hurts me so much that you don't get to be with us anymore, how badly I wanted you to live so we could feel complete. I can't let myself feel empty at this moment because your big sister will need us. We've been suffering since I felt your absence and I always felt I could've done more for you. Wait for us in paradise, our sweet Valerie Rose."

A gathering will be held on Friday, March 31, 2023, family and friends may visit from 2 to 3 p.m. at Lindquist’s Ogden Mortuary, 3408 Washington Blvd.

These are my footprinTs

These are my footprints, so perfect and so small.

These tiny footprints, never touched the ground at all.

Not one tiny footprint, for now I have my wings.

Those tiny footprints were meant for other things.

You will hear my tiny footprints, in the patter of the rain.

Gentle drops like angels tears, of joy and not from pain.

You will see my tiny footprints, in each butterflies’ lazy dance.

I’ll let you know I’m with you, if you give me just a chance.

I will whisper names into the wind, and call each one that grieves.

Most of all, these tiny footprints, are found in our family’s hearts,

‘cause even though I’m gone now, we’ll never truly part.”

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