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This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved twin sons, Clark and Jake Rocka who were born in Webster, Texas on May 28, 2006 and passed away on May 28, 2006 . We will remember them forever.
Clark Daniel Rocka was born on May, 28, 2006 at 12:55 p.m. He weighed 16 oz. and was 10 1/2 inches long. He passed away on May 28, 2006 at 3:15 p.m.
Jake Matthew Rocka was born on May 28, 2006 at 12:56 p.m. He weighed 11.1 oz. and was 9 1/2 inches long. He passed away on May 28, 2006 at 1:54 p.m.
 
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In His loving arms / Jana Hornaday Shaw (friend of parental )
I know no words could be spoken to ease your pain, so I offer something better, prayer. Thinking of you, jana
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I Know how you feel / Wendy Maize
I just had a little Girl Ciarra Lea Nichole Maize She was born into Heaven on March 26,2009 I was 30 Weeks along went into the doc for a check up and No heart beat. I feel your pain. I am having a hard time and people say that is gets easier but I do...
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RN in L&D- Perinatal Bereavement Coordinator / Amy Steele
Thank you so much for sharing your precious & perfect boys with the world. I am blessed to be able to hold and care for tiny angels on a routine basis.Although I wish my services were never needed, I am blessed that God has allowe...
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Bless you... / Donna-Michele Westbrook (fellow traveler )
Thank you for your wonderful work. We received a memory box when we delivered our daughter Anna-Sara. The box is lovely and we cherish it. Anna was born and died on April 14th, 2008. She was 1 lb 1.8 oz, 12 inches long. We were 22 week...
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Thank you for sharing... / Laura Gabriel
Thank you so much for sharing your sons and your family and story. It made me happy to see your baby boys, the same way I am happy to see or think of my own precious son who is in heaven with yours... Bittersweet- the agony of loss w...
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God Bless Your Angels / Stephanie Dobbs (Friend through TTTS ) Read >> |
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My thoughts are with you / R. R. (KUer) Read >> |
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Thinking of you. / Zada Dumcum (fellow KUer ) Read >> |
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Prayers today and every day! / Vicki Burnett Read >> |
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Always Thinking of You / Lucy Washington (Friend of Amy's ) Read >> |
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Thank you... / Jenessa Gerling Read >> |
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IM sorry... / Tammy Lucas (None) Read >> |
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Precious Babies: Clark and Jake / Jill Atwood (friend of mommy's ) Read >> |
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Mother of a 3 week old babywith SIDS / Phyllis Williams (none) Read >> |
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tribute / Keva (passerby) Read >> |
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His legacy |
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Clark & Jake My precious little angels with ten little fingers and ten little toes, Why you were taken from us so early only God knows. We rejoice in seeing you grieve in losing you. We will remember you always in your box of blue. The years we won't have the things that will be missed. We will all get to catch up when we see you in Heaven because we are blessed.
Nana & Poppy |
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My darling sons I'll never get to hear you cry, see your first steps or hear your first word
You never even got the chance to open those beautiful eyes or take your first big breath
But please know the love we shared for 21 weeks will carry on for a lifetime
Goodbye my darling sons My little angels set free |
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How Do You Say Goodbye to Your Own Sons How do you say goodbye to your own sons? Words can't express, the heart just goes numb.
First are the questions, Why, How and When? Then comes the blame and the what could have been.
Next is the sorrow and it's expressed by all. First Doctors and Nurses, and then family all call.
When this all settles one question remains, Is this goodbye, or "I'll see you again"?
So, this isn't goodbye, or even "see you soon" you are alive in my heart, and your memory stays new.
You are both a part of Daddy and of Me When I look in his eyes it is you that I see.
So anytime I need you, or just need to smile I'll turn to my husband, and hold you a while.
No, this isn't goodbye, instead it's "I'll wait" the next time I hold you will be at Heaven's gate. |
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I am a bereaved mother I am a bereaved mother, a woman in grief, on a journey I did not ask to travel. My moans and wails have joined the voices of women through the ages, the cries only a parent who is holding their child's lifeless body in their arms can make. I have joined a circle of women who, through the centuries, have transformed in the grief of their child. Our cries have united across the span of time and we have become one in our pain.
I am a bereaved mother, a woman in grief, on a road I wish I could leave. My loss has torn the flesh from my bones, scraped me raw, and tossed my torn soul into the air, the pieces falling to the ground to create a woman I do not know. My belief that I was fragile is now changed to a belief that I am strong. I do not know this new woman yet, but today I realize she is here to stay.
I am a bereaved mother, a woman in grief, a role I did not willingly accept. But, I now realize it is mine. I can make the best of it or let it get the best of me. I choose...to start the process of mobilizing my resources, to use my pain, my grief, my despair to make a change. I choose...to become a voice for the women now and in the past that have been told to keep silent about their dead babies because people "just don't talk about that." I choose...to speak up and out, to put my words to paper, to reach the deafened ears of a culture that shuns death, especially the death of children because it "upsets the natural balance of life." I choose...to make a difference in the name of my precious sons.
I am a bereaved mother, a woman transformed in grief. I am here. Dedicated to my precious sons. |
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Clark And Jake's Photo Album |
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