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| Jeanne's House of Angels Newsletter |
| Newsletter #8 May 4, 2007 |
| Featured Angel: Angelica Hatchell |
| My daughter, Angelica Lynn Hatchell, graced the world on January 15, 1987.
I looked into her beautiful brown eyes and planned her future. I never imagined that 15 years later, I would plan her funeral. Angelica was the most independent child. She was born 5 weeks early. I went into the preemie unit to see her and she had her little head resting on her chin looking around. I could not hold her and give her a bottle after she was 3 months old. My Mom was furious at me because I laid Angelica in her playpen and propped her bottle on her BoBo. I simply told her to pick her and and try to feed her. Well, after less than 2 minutes she laid Angelica back in her playpen and propped her bottle. Angelica sucked her thumb til the day she died. Her Bobbo (care bear pillow) would be in her right hand and she sucked her left thumb. She loved shopping for shoes, shoes and more shoes. Angelica is my only child, my heart and my soul. I simply lived to make her smile. She was spoiled, but mostly she was loved. Angelica first boyfriend was Matthew. He loved her from the moment he saw her, his words. I still have the letter she wrote him asking, "Do you want to go with me?" Matthew gave her that unforgettable first kiss. He saw her coming down the hall at school and he pulled her into the boys bathroom. She was blushing when I picked her up from school and couldn't wait to tell me. The first time she left my home, she did not walk back through the door. They were in a small wreck and as she was exiting the car, a truck hit the car, turning the door into her. She was beautiful in death. Her last school picture, the last picture of her, she was wearing the exact same thing. She was absolutely perfect when I saw her and I will always remember her in death and I did on life. Absolutely perfect. My daughter never saw a person on the outside, she saw them from the inside. I am so very proud of her and I know she has graced Heaven with her beauty and her loving soul. Tammy Hatchell-Wright Angelica's Mama Forever |
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| Angelica Trivia: Food- Pizza, Potato Chips and Ketchup?Yuck, Chicken and Seafood TV Shows: American Idol, Big Brother, Friends, Survivor, Sex In The City, and MTV Movie: Selena, (She knew it word for word), Simon Birch, Grease, Anything Disney Music: Nellie, N-Sync, Brittany Spears, Usher, KENNY CHESNEY, Faith Hill, Tim McGraw, Ashanti and Mariah Carey Hobby: Shopping for shoes and clothes Pets: Her Basset Hound -Dollie and her Rottweiler-Ivan People: Her Family, Alisha, and Matthew Places: Myrtle Beach, SC and Carowinds Job: Carowinds (Her first job at 15 years old) So proud of her |
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| Knowing is not enough; we must apply.
Willing is not enough; we must do. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe |
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| FYI "Rosemary for Remembrance" Throughout history the fragrant herb rosemary has always held a place of great esteem as the symbol of remembrance. Sprigs were laid at the grave of loved ones as a token of loyalty and commemoration. What better promise could be given to those we hold dear than the vow that they will never be forgotten? "There's rosemary, that's for remembrance..." The act of scattering rosemary symbolically recognizes.."Love that will forever live"... By, Wm. Shakespeare |
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| "I looked up my family tree and found out I was the sap."
Rodney Dangerfield |
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| The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee. A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes." The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. "Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things---God, your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car. The sand is everything else---the small stuff. "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you. "Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Spend time with God. Play with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand." One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend." |
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| Pizza Recipe INGREDIENTS: DOUGH --- 1 package active dry yeast 1 cup warm water 1 teaspoon sugar 2 tablespoons vegetable oil 2 1/2 cups self-rising flour --- TOPPING --- 1 can (8 ounces) tomato sauce browned ground beef or Italian sausage, broken up 1 can sliced mushrooms, drained thinly sliced green pepper and onions, optional 1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese 1 to 2 cups shredded Mozzarella cheese PREPARATION: Add yeast to the water and stir until dissolved. Add sugar, oil and flour. Set mixing bowl filled with dough in warm water for 5 minutes to rise. Pat dough out on a well-greased pizza pan or cookie sheet. Layer toppings on dough in order listed. Bake at 400° for 15 to 20 minutes. |
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| When one door of happiness closes, another opens, but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us.
Helen Keller |
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| The next edition will be a special mother's day edition. I invite all of you that have lost your mother to send me a special story about your angel mom. To those of you that have lost a child, I invite you to send me a short story about a special mother's day you may have shared. I also invite anyone to send me if they have anything special planned for this upcoming mother's day. |
| Helpful Hints Get Rid of Ants Put small piles of cornmeal where you see ants. They eat it, take it "home," can't digest it so it kills them. It may take a week or so, esp. if it rains, but it works & you don't have the worry about pets or small children being harmed! Reheat Pizza Heat up leftover pizza in a non stick skillet on top of the stove, set heat to med-low and heat till warm. This keeps the crust crispy. No soggy micro pizza. I saw this on the cooking channel and it really works. |
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| "If it's the Psychic Network why do they need a phone number?"
Robin Williams |
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| Special Angel Links This week's links are a little different than in past newsletter editions. These are links to angel sites that could use a few extra candles. Please take the time to light a candle for these angels. |
| Phyllis Hughes |
| Benny Sumalinog, jr |
| Dylan Markwell |
| Antonio Williams |
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| A Beautiful Dog Story Mary and her husband Jim had a dog, Lucky. Lucky was a real character. Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy. Inevitably, someone would forget and something would come up missing. Mary or Jim would go to Lucky's toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky's favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box. It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of this disease, she was just sure it was fatal. She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders. The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky. A thought struck her...what would happen to Lucky? Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary's dog through and through. If I die, Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won't understand that I didn't want to leave him. The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death. The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks. Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and miserable. Finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital. When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap. Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn't come to her when she called. It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed. When Mary woke for a second she couldn't understand what was wrong. She couldn't move her head and her body felt heavy and hot. But panic soon gave way to laughter when Mary realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed, with every treasure Lucky owned! While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite things in life. He had covered her with his love. Mary forgot about dying. Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every night. It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free. Lucky? He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box but Mary remains his greatest treasure. Live everyday to the fullest. Remember it is a blessing from God. The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care. "Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle." |
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| The best way out is always through.
Robert Frost |
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| FYI: Just in case you're not aware.
At three minutes and four seconds after 2 AM on the 6th of May this year, the time and date will be 02:03:04 05/06/07. This will never happen again. |
| Due to my recent illness, I did not have the time to do the research for support articles and links. The stories and informational items came from special people and I decided to share them with everyone. I hope that you have all enjoyed this edition as much as the others. |
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| This is the eighth edition of "Jeanne's House of Angels" newsletter. I would like to thank Lynn, Kathy, Amy, and Angela for providing some of the information used in this edition of the newsletter.
A special thank you to Tammy Wright, Angelica's mother, in providing her memories of Angelica. If you would prefer not to receive a copy of the newsletter, please email me and I will remove you from the mailing list. The won't be a featured angel in our next newsletter edition. Please send me special mother's day stories: AnnieHoo49@twcny.rr.com |
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| Angelica It seems like it was yesterday When I held you in my arms. Rocking you till you fell asleep Enamored by your charms. Now you have angel wings And sleep upon a cloud. I love you darling daughter As a mother I'm so proud. Your heart was made of pure gold And your smile was oh so bright. I'm sure the Lord called you home So your smile could light the night. You're so loved and missed by all Someday we may understand. I know someday I will hear Mama, take my hand. |