Emily Hallford

WELL ITS KINDA HARD TO SUM ME UP IN ONE PARAGRAPH BUT I WILL TRY...MY NAME IS EMILY BUT I AM MAINLY KNOWN AS EMMA. I AM FROM A FABULOUS TOWN CALLED WINONA, I CURRENTLY LIVE IN CLEVELAND WITH MY HUSBAND..WE HAVE A BEAUTIFUL SON NAMED AADEN..WHO IS MY WORLD !!WHO IS NOW ALSO MY ANGEL IN HEAVEN WATCHING ME ! WELL ABOUT ME.... SINCE MY BABY'S DEATH, I HAVE SINCE REDEDICATED MY LIFE TO GOD. BECAUSE HE IS IN CONTROL AND THE MAN WITH THE MASTER PLAN !!I LOVE WATCHING MIKE ROWE HE IS THE COOLIEST GUY ON TV ! ONE OF MY BIGGEST LOVES IS MUSIC !!! I LOVE SOUR SKITTLES AND SOUR STARBURST....I HATE MAYONNAISE.....I HAVE THE BEST FAMILY IN THE WORLD AND THE CUTIEST NEICES AND NEPHEW.

THE DAY HEAVEN GOT A LITTLE BRIGHTER

I really do not know how to begin telling the tragic story of this day. So I will only graze the top...
Aaden was born in August. Just a few days before his daddy's birthday. And I will have to say, I did notice a little envy in Kyle's eyes... however they day we brought him home from the hospital was also the day we celebrated Kyle's birthday. My mom stayed a week to help me out. But I just left her with the cleaning and cooking. And if anybody knows me, they should know God did not grace me with hardly any skills in the kitchen. After she left, I was put on a road of no return. Although it started out a little bumpy I seemed to manage. I stayed at home with Aaden until I got a job offer at a salon in Cleveland. It was a great opportunity, so of course I took it. Aaden then was off to daycare. The day we both went off on our new adventure was pretty nerve racking for me. I can only imagine what he was thinking. I started my salon, and he started at daycare. Needless to say, he was a hit ! Already causing the girls to bat their eyes. They called him bay bay AA. And for me, well I was doing okay at the salon....so let me fast forward....
I had just finished one of my clients when I noticed I had missed calls from Kyle and others. I finally got Kyle on the phone and instantly I knew something was not right. Never did I imagine it was Aaden. I thought he was hurt. And when he told me Aaden was not breathing to come quick. The rest was really a blur for me. I do not remember driving to the hospital or really much of anything. Kyle and I prayed in the hospital for Aaden to be okay. I could not really cry, and I hardly showed any emotion. Partly because I was still in shock. I felt as though I was floating looking down on the situation. It felt like hours we were there. Finally the doctor came in, sat us down and said, " I am sorry. He did not make it." It felt like a dream. More like a nightmare. I cried and cried. Quietly blaming myself for going back to work. Quietly blamed others. And quietly blamed God. When we got home from the hospital was the hardest. Going into his room. Smelling his lotions. Seeing his clothes and knowing I would never see him again. Of course, zanx seems to be the drug of choice these days. So from Friday to Sunday they were my full course meal. I do not remember much. Some of which I am glad. So if I saw you and still have not thanked you for being there, "Thank you."
What I am about to share with you now is what changed my life around.
The day after Aaden's funeral I came home to my mom's and somehow managed to fall asleep on the couch. This was my first time to sleep without any drugs. As I lay there asleep, I had this dream. And in my dream I was standing in front of a mirror. And you know the dreams where you dream you are doing something over and over but still seem to mess it up.. Well that is what I was dreaming. I was in this mirror trying to do my make up and fix my hair, but I could never get it right. I stood there in the mirror crying. And suddenly I felt something touch the back of my legs. As I looked down, there sat my angel, it was Aaden. I kneeled down and looked at him. He said, "Mommy please don't cry. You are beautiful. Stop worrying. I am ok." Suddenly I woke up and realized, He is happy and okay. From that day on God re-entered my life. I did not want anymore drugs. I did not want to stuff my emotions and feelings aside. I decided to face them head on.And from this day I have still not had any. God has been my drug.
God touched my heart and spoke to me. He told me it was ok to cry. That I was not alone and neither was Aaden. God told me to put it in His hands. Put into His hands all my burdens, fears, anger and grief. And I did. And since then, I view my burdens, fears, anger and grief in a whole other light. God has shown me hope. Through Him all things are possible. Even loosing the one thing you never thought possible. You know the verse, "And we know that all things work together for the good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose." Well, I found my purpose, and I have given it to God. God can ultimately take the pain or problem, redeem it, and use it for our good. And that is exactly what He has done for my life.
And I have now realized, the day Aaden got his wings, was the day heaven got a little brighter