This site is dedicated to the memory of Kayden Orton.

Kayden Terry Roy Orton was born sleeping on 13.12.2009. We think of him and miss him everyday. He will always be our Angel.

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A little angel unknown I, am, my place is as an angel in a secret land. I wasn't meant to live on earth just touch you by the hand. I've been sent to touch your lives and I know you’ll think that cruel, but its only special people that are chosen exceptions to the rules. I knew you would love me from the very start, from that first sighting & beating of my tiny heart, so I know that it will hurt you that you have to say goodbye, but I am your guardian angel now and I'll dry the tears from your eyes. I'll be there by your side wherever you now go, I will hear you speak of me often & what I might have been if I'd grown, I'll be the special angel in the picture that you have, I'll remind you of my brother & my dad, I'll have your little features all of you as one & I'll love you always as my special mum. You might not have got to see me as a living breathing thing, but I'll be the ribbon around your heart and my love will be deep within, this pleasure I promise will be mine, to be your guardian angel from now until the end of time. I'll gift you with my presence every night within your dreams, walk always as your special unknown angel gifted to you within just for a short while, so think of me often and smile, For I, am your very own special unknown gifted child. Sleep in peace baby Kayden, gone but never forgotten xxx
Gemma Wheeler
12th March 2011
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Kayden Orton. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
8th March 2011
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland
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