| Location | Phoenix Arizona |
| Age | 4 years |
| Cause of Death | Murder |
| Date of Birth | 02/10/1985 |
| Date of Death | 02/12/1989 |
| Visitors | 3,413 since 26/11/2009 |
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Christopher Milke left this world on the 2nd December 1989.
It was heart breaking for me to read how this boy died, he thought he was on his way to see Santa Claus, but that never did happen.
I'm not going to include the tragic story of that day on here but all the details can be found on the internet.
The people responsible for Christopher's murder were James Styers and Roger Scott who were known to his mom.
Christophers mom Debra Milke was also indicated to have been involved in the plot to kill her son for his $5,000 life insurance policy but that was taken out by her employers and not her, huge doubts remain over her conviction which was based on one detectives testomony of her apparant confession that was never tape recorded, witnessed by anyone else or signed, he said he took notes which he later lost. The judge involved in the trial was later barred from doing anymore criminal trials as she had been found to be biased towards the prosecution and to have made several mistakes. But despite this Debra Milke is currently on death row awaiting her execution.
Please lets send our loving thoughts to this 4 year old boy who left this world too young. Thank you to everyone who takes the time to light a candle, leave a tribute or a gift, your kindness is beyond words, bless you all xxx
R.I.P Christopher
You can see Santa anytime you want now darling, the angels will see to that.
Sweetdreams xxx
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I can only imagine
What heaven must be like
Where there is only peace
Sharing with angels in Gods, delight.
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Where gardens bloom forever
And there is beauty so profound
As one enters heaven
They have come to holy ground.
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God has created for us a home
Where pain and suffering are no more
And we are welcomed by his saints
As we walk through heaven’s door.
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I can only imagine
What it’s like to see the masters face
And being welcomed home
To this far beyond words place.
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His garden will always be
A dwelling free from worldly sin
And to walk on his garden path
For now all I can do is imagine.
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But someday I will walk the path
And meet with others there
And as we gather and we talk
All of Gods' beauty we shall share.
❃ܓ❃ܓ❃ܓ ❃ܓ❃ܓ❃ܓ
(c) ~Jacie Stralko Duca
❃ܓ❃ܓ❃ܓ ❃ܓ❃ܓ❃ܓ
I can only imagine
What heaven must be like
Where there is only peace
Sharing with angels in Gods, delight.
❃ܓ
Where gardens bloom forever
And there is beauty so profound
As one enters heaven
They have come to holy ground.
❃ܓ
God has created for us a home
Where pain and suffering are no more
And we are welcomed by his saints
As we walk through heaven’s door.
❃ܓ
I can only imagine
What it’s like to see the masters face
And being welcomed home
To this far beyond words place.
❃ܓ
His garden will always be
A dwelling free from worldly sin
And to walk on his garden path
For now all I can do is imagine.
❃ܓ
But someday I will walk the path
And meet with others there
And as we gather and we talk
All of Gods' beauty we shall share.
❃ܓ❃ܓ❃ܓ ❃ܓ❃ܓ❃ܓ
(c) ~Jacie Stralko Duca
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To those I Love
If I should ever leave you whom I love
To go along the silent way
Grieve not
Nor speak of me with tears
But laugh and talk of me
As if I were beside you there
(I'd come - I'd come could I but find a way
But would not tears and grief be barriers?)
And when you hear a song
Or see a bird I loved
Please do not let the thought of me be sad....
For I am loving you just as I always have....
You were so good to me!
There are so many things I wanted still to do
So many things to say to you....
Remember that I did not fear....
It was just leaving you that was so hard to face....
We cannot see beyond....
But this I know:
I love you so-
'Twas heaven here with you
Isla Paschal Richardson
Tonight I Hold this Candle
by Alan Pedersen
Tonight I hold this candle,
in memory of you.
Hoping someway somehow,
My love will shine through.
I close my eyes, lost in the glow,
there are so many things I want you to know.
This candle says I love you,
this candle says I miss you.
This candle is saying I remember you.
When I'm holding it toward heaven,
it feels like you are near.
If you're look down tonight ,
and see this candle burning bright,
It says I'm wishing you were here.
In the glow of this candle,
I can almost see your smile.
And it carries me away,
for a little while.
To another time,
another place,
When all it took to light up my world,
was your beautiful face.
This candle says I love you,
this candle says I miss you.
This candle is saying I remember you.
when I'm holding it toward heaven,
it feels like you are near.
If you're look down tonight ,
and see this candle burning bright,
It says I'm wishing you were here.
Some day some way I'll see you again.
I'll hold you in my heart until then
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This candle says I love you,
this candle says I miss you.
This candle is saying I remember you.
When I'm holding it toward heaven,
it feels like you are near.
If you're look down tonight ,
and see this candle burning bright,
It says I'm wishing you were here.
If you're look down tonight ,
and see this candle burning bright,
It says I'm wishing you were here.
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At the ending of the day when I'm weary
after a waterfall of tears have all been cried-
and I'm feeling like the skies will always be dreary-
nothing's there to fill the emptiness inside.
I lay my head upon my favorite pillow
just close my eyes to block all the sorrow-
wonderin' where I'll ever find the strength inside-
to do it all again- tomorrow.
And then I feel it-
inside me. Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
I feel it-
around me.
Like a gentle hand just wiped away the tears-
and held me close to wash away my fears.
It's you, my angel, watching over me.
And I know no matter what tomorrow brings,
You'll be here to wrap me in your angel wings-
your lovin' angel wings.
The sun comes up, it's time to face the day
and I think that things are going to be all right-
But as the day wears on my nerves begin to fray-
I feel the hollowness that creeps in every night.
And like clockwork all the tears begin to fall
As I look at my reflection in the glass-
the eyes looking back at me make me feel small-
and I ask, my God, how long's this going to last?
And then I feel it-
inside me. Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
I feel it-
around me.
Like a gentle hand just wiped away the tears-
and held me close to wash away my fears.
It's you, my angel, watching over me.
And I know no matter what tomorrow brings,
You'll be here to wrap me in your angel wings-
your lovin' angel wings. (Thank God for your angel wings)
� Ellen M. DuBois
♥SWEET DREAMS ANGEL♥
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Santa's Secret Wish
On Christmas Eve, a young boy with light in his eyes
Looked deep into Santa's, to Santa's surprise
And said as he sat on Santa's broad knee,
"I want your secret. Tell it to me."
He leaned up and whispered in Santa's good ear
"How do you do it, year after year?"
"I want to know how, as you travel about,
Giving gifts here and there, you never run out.
How is it, Dear Santa, that in your pack of toys
You have plenty for all of the world's girls and boys?
Stays so full, never empties, as you make your way
From rooftop to rooftop, to homes large and small,
From nation to nation, reaching them all?"
And Santa smiled kindly and said to the boy,
"Don't ask me hard questions. Don't you want a toy?"
But the child shook his head, and Santa could see
That he needed the answer. "Now listen to me,"
He told that small boy with the light in his eyes,
"My secret will make you sadder and wise.
"The truth is that my sack is magic.
Inside It holds millions of toys for my Christmas Eve ride.
But although I do visit each girl and each boy
I don't always leave them a gaily wrapped toy.
Some homes are hungry, some homes are sad,
Some homes are desperate, some homes are bad.
Some homes are broken, and the children there grieve.
Those homes I visit, but what should I leave?
"My sleigh is filled with the happiest stuff,
But for homes where despair lives toys aren't enough.
So I tiptoe in, kiss each girl and boy,
And I pray with them that they'll be given the joy
Of the spirit of Christmas, the spirit that lives
In the heart of the dear child who gets not, but gives.
"If only God hears me and answers my prayer,
When I visit next year, what I will find there
Are homes filled with peace, and with giving, and love
And boys and girls gifted with light from above.
It's a very hard task, my smart little brother,
To give toys to some, and to give prayers to others.
But the prayers are the best gifts, the best gifts indeed,
For God has a way of meeting each need.
"That's part of the answer. The rest, my dear youth,
Is that my sack is magic. And that is the truth.
In my sack I carry on Christmas Eve day
More love than a Santa could e`er give away.
The sack never empties of love, or of joys
`Cause inside it are prayers, and hope.
Not just toys. The more that I give, the fuller it seems,
Because giving is my way of fulfilling dreams.
"And do you know something? You've got a sack, too.
It's as magic as mine, and it's inside of you.
It never gets empty, it's full from the start.
It's the center of lights, and love. It's your heart.
And if on this Christmas you want to help me,
Don't be so concerned with the gifts `neath your tree.
Open that sack called your heart, and share
Your joy, your friendship, your wealth, your care."
The light in the small boy's eyes was glowing.
"Thanks for your secret. I've got to be going."
"Wait, little boy," Said Santa, "don't go.
Will you share? Will you help? Will you use what you know?"
And just for a moment the small boy stood still,
Touched his heart with his small hand and whispered, "I will."
By Betty Werth
Christmas Angels
Reach for an angel high on a star;
She sends you Christmas wherever you are,
Bringing you laughter and faith so supreme,
Touching your heart with a beautiful dream.
Peace and goodwill in each loving home,
Beauty and magic so surely your own.
Sweet Christmas angels - moments of love,
Part of the wonder God sends from above.
Santa and children - this wonderful day,
Hope for tomorrow in words that we pray,
Tree reaching tall - such a beautiful sight,
Music we treasure is heard on the night.
Bless you, my dear ones, this so holy time;
May God's richest blessings forever be thine,
Glad tidings I send you across every mile
Along with a faith to make each day worthwhile.
God's Christmas angels, precious and dear,
For a Merry Christmas lasting through a New Year.
By Garnett Ann Schultz
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