Robert (Baby Bob) Vesma

Robert Vesma was born sleeping on the 17th of December 2006,weighing 5 pounds and 2 ounces. My
beautiful Baby Bob spent only a few hours with us but they were precious moments. They are a
wonderful and heartbreaking memory I will forever carry with me in my heart.

Bob was a very active little man. My husband Daniel would tap my tummy and Bob would kick back.He
had a good strong kick and we all enjoyed him playing tag with his dad all over my belly. It is a
memory I now cherish.

I enjoyed to do less active things with my son. I loved to read to him and sing, even though I was
horribly out of tune and at times that got a good kick.

Bath time was special as his older brother, Corbu who at the time we lost Bob was 2 and a half,
would balance little bath toys on my tummy. Then we would laugh as Bob kicked them off. Wonderful
moments I spent with my sons, I will will always remember them.

Corbu at the time did not really understand what was happening but he knew that Bob was gone. As
time has gone past he has no memory of Bob or what happened at all.We have made a memory box for Bob
and put in all cards,photos and gifts given. When Corbu is older he can look through it as we do
now. We will share with him, the love and memory of his little brother.

The funeral was the most heartbreaking and difficult thing I have ever done. My husband did not have
the strength to really do anything, so I did it. My husband is not a man of faith so I respected
that and did not have a religious service.

I did a small eulogy, I shared how how much I loved my son and would miss him greatly and read a
poem (featured at the bottom) which I had always loved since I was a teenager. But now... now it has
so much special meaning. My sister read two verses of scripture, for me and those who did have
faith, even if it was just a little.

Then I had to leave my little boy, in that small little white coffin. Trying not to think of my
precious little one being creamted, trying not to think that really is it, he is gone forever. I
cried and cried, I still do.

I cried again when we collected his ashes. They were so few,such a little little amount of ash. It
is so sad that my beautiful baby boy amounted to barely enough ash to fill a egg cup.

So sad.
So very sad.
It made me cry so hard.

We were suppose to scatter Bob's ashes on the hills over looking our home town. When we collected
his ashes and had to actually do it, I just couldn't do it. So for now Bob is home with us. When the
time is right and I will know when that is, we will go out as a family and at sunset.......

The memory of Bob is in my heart is bigger than any mountain, my love for him larger than any ocean.
Yes, thats what I hold on to.

Bob was my constant companion for 34 weeks. Now that he is gone I miss him more than words can say.

I love you my darling son, always and forever

My son sadly taken but always remembered.

REMEMBER me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.



During this dark and difficult time I have found Sands (Stillbirth and neonatal death charity) to be
a huge help.

I thank everyone there and the lovely friends I have made for all the tears and joy they have shared
with me. xxx