Emma Loree Funk

In the arms of the angels

Emma Loree Funk was born to Caleb and Erin Funk at 5:31 a.m. on November 19, 2001, and passed from our lives that same day. She is forever in the arms of Jesus, bright shining as the sun. We love her and she will always be in our hearts.

We buried Emma at Oakland Cemetery beside her Uncle, Nathan Wayne on November 21, 2001. Her daddy spoke these loving words at her graveside.
“Psalm 139-13-16.”For you created my innermost being; you knit me toether in my mother’s womb. I praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.”
Emma came to be on November 19 at 5:31 in the morning. She was a beautiful girl. For the next two hours her mother and I held her, sang to her and had long talks with her about the world that she was living in. Then she left this world.
Erin and I feel much pain as a result of our daughter’s passing. We thank all of you here for sharing our pain, because by sharing it, you have made our burden lighter. But while we feel pain, we also feel something else. Hope.
Paul wrote to the Thessalonia church, “Brothers, we do not want you to be ignorant about those who fall asleep, or to grieve like the rest of men, who have no hope. We believe that Jesus dies and rose again and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in Him.”
I have hope. Erin has hope. All of us can have hope of seeing Emma one day again. One day I will leave this earth and go to a better place to be with my family in Heaven. I hope to see all of you there.
There is a Robert Frost poem that talks about the fact that the beautiful things in this world must leave it. Emma was not taken from us, she just was too beautiful to stay here very long.”

“Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold.
Her curly leaf’s a flower, but only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf, so Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down today, nothing gold can stay.”

I’m glad I was able to hold you for a short while. You are my special little girl angel. 

Nana Funk

Footprints on my heart


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