Naylen Kay Cardin-Chriscoe

"What A Difference One Life Made"

We gather today to learn and to support one another in our grief journey.
We gather to be with those who understand our pain and loneliness.
We have been changed by what has happened to us, and we are changing still. We know we must adapt
and grow in the ways we are led.
We gather because these are the people that we want to remember.
These are the people who have meant the world to us and now our world seems emptier without them.
We gather because we want to give evidence of our love.
We come together today to affirm that we have loved and been loved.
We gather to assert our belief that true love never dies, and for that we will always be thankful.

This is for anyone that visits naylens sight. For all the moms and dads and sisters and brothers and
grandma and granpas and aunts and uncles that have lost children of any age. My thought and prayers
with you all.

I love you Naylen. Miss you bunches. Sending hugs and kisses to you! XOXOXOXOXOXOXO.

This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Naylen Cardin-Chriscoe. We will
remember her forever!

Tiny Angels rest your wings
sit with me for awhile.
How I long to hold your hand,
And see your tender smile.
Tiny Angel, look at me,
I want this image clear....
That I will forget your precious face
Is my biggest fear.
Tiny Angel can you tell me,
Why you have gone away?
You weren't here for very long....
Why is it, you couldn't stay?
Tiny Angel shook his head,
"These things I do not know....
But I do know that you love me,
And that I love you so".

Amone Hodgson


The Ship
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my sides spreads her
white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and
strength. I stand and watch her, until at
length she hangs like a speck of white cloud, just where the sea and sky mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says "There, she is gone!"
"Gone where?" I ask. Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she
left my side, and she is just as able to bear her load of living
freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me, not in
her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: "There she is gone!" There are other eyes
watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout: "Here she comes!"
And that is dying.

Our Story....

NAYLEN means "fullfilled wish". Naylen was truly our gift from God. We decided last year in October
that we were ready to have another baby. At the end of December 2005 we knew that she was on her
way. We felt so blessed to add another child to our home. Naylen was our third daughter joining
Kinsley and Kirsten.
Our pregnancy was stressful. I had a two part cord and at the end too much amniotic fluid. We were
warned about possible birth defects. And then on September 13th she arrived, quickly and absolutely
perfect. We were estatic.
Our family came to the hospital to meet her and Kinsley, twenty two months at the time, immediately
christened her "Baby Nay". We came home from the hospital early, eager to begin our new life with
her. Naylen fit right in with our hectic schedules. She was my first car baby. Her older sisters had
hated the car but Nay would ride peacefully.
Our house was cramped and we were always busy. We have spent the last year and half rebuilding a
house we plan on moving in the coming year. Nay would come with us on weekends and sleep while we
finished sheetrock or hung cabinets. She would sleep through all the noise and wake up when the
generator cut off. I would glance over at her in the carseat sound asleep and see her hair covered
in a fine dusting of sawdust. We joked that she would grow up to be a carpenter.
Naylen was not even with us for two months but it truly did feel like a lifetime. I had already
forgotten what we did before her. We just felt like a completed puzzle.
On Halloween Nay dressed up as a chili pepper. She slept the whole night while we took the older
girls trick or treating. She wouldnt stay in her stroller though. She had to be carried. There was a
large group of us and we all took turns. When we got home that evening we finally caught her
beautiful smile on film. That picture is one I will always treasure.
On November 11th we had just celebrated Kinsleys birthday on Friday the tenth and Kirstens was the
following Wednesday on the fifteenth. I decided to take the girls to Build A Bear. It was a hectic
day. Kirsten had a friend with her. I tried to carry Nay through the store (again she wasn't having
the stroller) while keeping up with Kinsley and the older girls. I ended up spending a fortune on
bear accessories I hadn't approved! We left there and met up with some friends for bowling and
dinner. That night I had my camera ready with film. I took pictures of everyone there. I only took
three of Naylen. As soon as the roll of film was done she woke up and started grinning. I said out
loud "I should reload the camera and take more. Oh well I will take them tomorrow."
We got home late and went to bed. When we woke up the next morning Naylen was gone. She had truly
become our angel. I never got those last pictures of her smiling. Another forever regret I suppose.
Naylen's service was beautiful. Pugh Funeral Home here in Asheboro, NC did a fabulous job. Gloria
Hamilton led us through the process gently and gave us all the time we needed to hold and kiss our
baby girl goodbye. It poured down rain the morning of the service. We knew God was crying with us.
By afternoon the skies had cleared. Trent and I told each other He was welcoming her home.

I have a thousand I wishes, I should have, I could have, I needed to, why didn'ts but I know in my
heart that no matter what we could not have loved Naylen any more than we did or do.
She is now our angel in Heaven and our reason for living life the way we should.
I will forever mourn her, miss her, and love her.

"What we have enjoyed we can never lose, All the we have loved deeply becomes a part of us." Helen
Keller

My child was as much a part of me as the air and water that nourish my body. Therefore I shall never
truly lose someone who has been and is a part of me.

~Visit From An Angel~

An Angel came to me one day
She touched my heart in such a special way

That Angel, she spoke to me with her eyes
And used an earthly voice that came as soft cries

I thought that she would stay with me
But I didn't know what I couldn't see

This Angel she had a different plan
She'd soon spread her wings and leave this land

If only she would have stayed a while longer
There are so many things that we would've done

The time we did share is my most precious treasure
Blessed by her presence, it was more than my pleasure

Maybe someday she'll stop by again
And fill this void that's left within

If she doesn't I'll understand…
She's waiting for Mommy in the Promised Land

Written By: Ariana Adam, 2/6/07
Jordan's Mommy, Jahvon, Kaya & Zion's Mommy Too...

Jordan Ezra Taffe
Dec. 4, 2006 – Jan. 2, 2007

A Thought

You came into our lives,
grabbed pieces of our hearts,
and left with them still clutched in your fist.
No time for goodbyes,
no knowledge of your destination.
I think that maybe that is the way you wanted it...
Just “Bye, see ya later, I love you”
Instead of the racking, screaming sorrow...that would have been.
(Your tolerance for tears was never great ...)
I wonder if maybe WE planned it this way …before ...
To have this life
...this loss
...at this time
so that we would have this stabbing pain-
to know the joy of love...
to have this gut wrenching jolt of death-
to know the wonder of life.
Perhaps you only came to us, with us,
so that we would see what we have
instead of thinking that all we have is
what we see.
Perhaps your purpose
was only to lift the veil
and force us to look at the light.

©~Sandy Goodman from her book
Love Never Dies
Thank You Rhonda

What it was like for the lion, the tin man and the scarecrow after Dorthy left them in oz and went
back to Kansas. Did they miss her? Could they really be happy? How could they face the rest of there
lives knowing they would never see her again. I explained that Dorthy was a gift. Keep her life in
there heads and hearts and face there futures with newly found courage.