Whilst our little Annie Blossom did not have a chance at life, we like to think that this grove will be a happy resting place for her soul. We have fond memories of visiting the Highlands and couldn't think of a better place for her to be remembered and visited once in a while. Her gift to us all is to see the wood from the trees and to treasure all that we hold dear and special.

Annie - we will not forget you and you will always be our
Little Annie Blossom and sister to Freddie and Llola.

The following poem was written by my sister Suzy that we read at Annie's service:

To our beautiful little Annie this is your day

For us to celebrate 'you' in some little way.

Though you may not have had a future to see,

A daughter, sister, grandchild, niece and cousin you'll always be.

We'll never forget your hands and feet so small,

Or your hair as dark as ebony standing tall.

To the end we're thankful you were never alone,

With your brother as we talked through mummy's telephone.

Sadly some things are just not meant to be,

For you little one, there's no more pain or hurt, thankfully.

Because of you, our lives are all of a sudden so much clearer,

We are so lucky to have Llola and Freddie to fill us with love and laughter.

And so you left us to go to a special magical place,

Where we imagine you with a smile upon your face,

Playing with unicorns, mermaids, pixie dust and fairies,

Sleeping on clouds and giggling with other babies.

Your first clap might be with puppies and kittens singing,

Your first crawl towards a shooting star that's soon to be leaving,

Your first food could be delicious strawberry ice-cream,

Your first steps over a rainbow chasing a butterfly you've seen.

Perhaps when you grow older you'll go on a hot air balloon ride,

Go exploring, find taniwha and fight scallywag pirates.

Maybe you'll follow a quest to a place you'd like to stay,

That's not far from where the sun rises first each day.

You'll be forever in our hearts and in our pictures unseen,

We miss you daily but instead of dwelling on what might have been,

This time every year, from here and on and on,

We'll dream of magical adventures for our Little Annie Blossom.