Baby O Memorial Fund

Last week, our dear friends John and Ryan Robertson suffered a tragedy beyond understanding as they lost their sweet Olive ("Baby O") in a drowning accident. No parent should have to suffer the sudden loss of their 18 month old baby, and the pain is seemingly unbearable. Olive’s eight brothers and sisters are also coping with the loss of the tiniest member of their tribe whom they all loved so dearly.

In her lifetime Olive only knew the kind of love that we all hope to be fortunate to know, and now she is resting in the arms of our Lord and Savior until the day her parents will be reunited with her once again.

As a friend and part of their community, I am at a loss for ways to help ease the burden of their pain and sorrow. As a mother, I am overwhelmed with compassion and sorrow for them.

So I am here asking you to join me…first, in prayer for their comfort and strength and supernatural peace as they adjust to this new normal. And second, to come together with provision as they deal with the void that remains. Any amount is a show of support and love and all funds will be directed to the family for the benefit of such causes as they wish to benefit in the name of sweet Baby O.

From John and Ryan:

As some of you already know we are mourning the loss of our precious sweet pea. We were truly blessed for the last 18 months to have known such a beautiful spirit. She was the absolute best of Ryan and myself, she was everyone's "little sister"... and she was our best friend. Her Celebration of Life will be this Saturday at noon at Twin Bridges Baptist Church (Visitation begins at 11am). Please forgive us if we've missed a call or haven't returned a text.

In a garden of joy, lively and green,

Blossomed a flower named Olive Christine.

Just two warm springs she danced in the light,

Her laughter, a song, pure and bright.

Eyes twinkling like stars in a soft velvet sky,

She was our small bird just learning to fly.

Her melody sweet as the first light of dawn,

Echoed in our hearts, keeping her song.

For two short years, she filled our days,

With love and laughter in countless ways.

Though a season came and took her away,

In our hearts, her light continues to stay.

Remember the power of a seed so small,

In every spring, it grows tall.

Though Olive’s petals fell far too soon,

Her love blossoms in every sun and moon.

In the garden of memories, she plays and sings,

A joyous spirit on butterfly wings.

In every sunrise, in every star’s glow,

In every rustling leaf, in every snow.

Little Olive, here you remain,

In our hearts, again and again.

A melody sweet, a story yet told,

A precious gem, we'll forever hold.

Wherever you are, in whatever splendid sphere,

We feel your happiness, Olive dear.

In the grand cosmos or a daisy's sheen,

You'll always dance, our little queen.

So, see Olive not in twilight's fall,

But in every dawn, standing tall.

In the love we share, the memories we've made,

In every echo of her laughter that will never fade.

A flower cherished, yet forever in sight,

A beacon of joy, our guiding light.

Olive Robertson, a name we gently say,

A little girl whose love lights our way.