This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Mason Bailey Johnson who was born in Maryland on August 31, 2005 and passed away in Pennsylvania  on September 23, 2005 . We will remember him forever.

Mason was known by family members before he was born as "Baby Bubblegum". Our older son, Austin decided while I was pregnant that should be his nickname. We learned real soon after delivery, that Mason was our little soldier. I kept telling him that he was going to be Mommy's miracle baby the whole time we were in Philadelphia but unfortunately things didn't turn out as planned for us. We're just thankful to have gotten to spend the 24 days of life with our sweet little angel and we thank God that we got to take some good pictures of him for our memory collection. Mason didn't get seen by very many family members but without even seeing them, he had already stolen their hearts and was included in their prayers. One thing that Mason did achieve in his little bit of time with us was to make our marriage stronger than it has ever been. We go visit your gravesite quite often and we'll always love you and miss you!!!! This is definately the toughest thing that any of us have ever had to go through. Austin will never forget his baby Mason, better known to him as, Baby Bubblegum. We also want to sincerely thank all of our families and friends for thier love, prayers and moral support when we needed it the most!!! We also want to sincerely thank ALL of Mason's doctors, surgeons, and nurses at CHOP (CICU). And, we also would like to thank everyone at The Philadelphia Ronald McDonald House for everything that they also did for us. Both CHOP and PRMH were our families while we were away from home and gave us all of the support that they possibly could, and we will forever be grateful for them!! 


                    


 


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My Mom Is A Survivor
My Mom is a survivor,
or so I've heard it said.
But I can hear her crying at night
when all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night
and go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her
to help her understand.
But like the sands on the beach
that never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom,
who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others...
a smile of disguise!
But through Heaven's door I see
tears flowing from her eyes.
My mom tries to cope with death
to keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her knows
it is her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom
through Heaven's open door...
I try to tell her that angels
protect me forevermore.
I know that doesn't help her...
or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit her...
and show her that you care.
For no matter what she says...
no matter what she feels.
My surviving mom has a broken heart
that time won't ever heal. 
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REMEMBERING Go ahead and mention my child, The one that died, you know. Don't worry about hurting me further. The depth of my pain doesn't show. Don't worry about making me cry. I'm already crying inside. Help me to heal by releasing The tears that I try to hide. I'm hurt when you just keep silent, Pretending he didn't exist. I'd rather you mention my child, Knowing that he has been missed. You asked me how I was doing. I say "pretty good" or "fine". But healing is something ongoing. I feel it will take a lifetime. - Elizabeth Dent ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Our Angels, Our Babies
You have been where I have been
We have walked a similar path.
The road has not been easy.
We have felt the sorrow of valleys so deep,
and the satisfaction of conquering the highest mountain.
We have stood broken and battered from our pain,
but we continue to go on and survive.
There will be new mommies and daddies who will join us,
they too will have to walk this journey called grief.
We will support and comfort them,
Laugh and cry with them.
They to will conquer the mountain and survive.
We have a bond that others who haven't felt this pain,
would or could understand.
We are Mommies and Daddies brought together by Angels.
Our Angels, Our Babies.
Babies who have taught us about love,
and have shown us our heart.
We will never be the same again,
who could be.
To experience the death of a child,
and not change.
That would mean we are unloving and unfeeling,
I know that we are more of both.
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I also wanted to acknowledge Angel Reminders & PEACE FOR US websites as well for being so helpful....just couldn't upload their banners.